Amid the ethereal mists of the Misty Sea, the Lone Immortal Qingye, sailing in a small white jade boat, suddenly looked up, sensing something.
"An Ascendant?!"
Immortal Qingye, astonished, looked up toward the cloud-covered sky above, trying to peer through the dense fog into the heavens.
"An Ascendant born amidst this shattered world?!"
Although hidden by the Misty Sea's enveloping fog, the moment of an Ascendant's birth, the tremors of the world around, could not escape the perception of such a grand cultivator as he.
Feeling the spiritual energy gradually rising and enveloping the world following the birth of the Ascendant, Immortal Qingye sighed.
"In this perilous apocalypse, whether the arrival of an Ascendant is a blessing or a curse remains unknown…"
At that moment, Immortal Qingye clearly sensed that the cultivation realm that had long shackled him, had broken.
Upon the Misty Sea, aboard his white jade boat, Immortal Qingye's expression was complicated.