Yan State, among a remote mountain range where few people tread.
In a cave, a young man was meditating with a pale face, covered in bloodstains. His wounds were deep enough to reveal the bone, clearly having suffered severe injuries.
Despite his pale complexion, the young man's handsome features remained apparent. His eyes sparkled like stars, his nose was high, his lips were thin, and his hair was dark as ink. He had a clear-cut, statue-like demeanor with exquisitely refined facial lines.
Even with the mottled bloodstains, his noble aura was unmistakable. Dressed in a luxurious black robe, his appearance and temperament were like that of nobility, exuding an indescribable sense of grandeur.
He appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, similar in age to the holy son Zhen Yuan of the Wuji Sect.
Moreover, his aura was entirely out of place in this world, extraordinarily ethereal, as if on the verge of ascension.
Clearly, this person came from the Upper Realm!