Twenty Quasi-Grand Yan Immortals

Jian Wushuang's brows furrowed slightly; this aura, it felt both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.

He realized that there was no avoiding it anymore.

Accompanied by the tremors in the void, the once silent emptiness began to shift and change colors.

A mist, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, billowed up, obscuring everything.

"Again?" Nan Xuan said with solemnity.

The mist billowed, and a majestic aura filled the air.

"Do you truly believe you can act as you wish in Great Mi Heaven?" A voice, filled with unparalleled authority, resonated through the empty space like a tolling bell.

However, a figure that Jian Wushuang was all too familiar with suddenly appeared.

"Prince Jiu?"

"Jian Wushuang!"

In the nearly twenty thousand years since they had last met, Prince Jiu's demeanor had undergone a drastic transformation.