At this moment, it seemed as if the world had been put on pause, and the entire realm was in stasis.
The vast snowfall, the endless sacred power stirring the blizzard’s firmament, the overwhelming force of apocalyptic attacks, and the ancient saints voyaging through the void were all frozen in an instant, motionless.
The world now seemed like a painting, indescribably awe-inspiring.
Millions upon millions of cultivators watching from afar were all shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief and a profound sense of awe.
Even Qi Yun and others at the center of this world felt the changes around them, slowly raising their heads to look at the shocking alteration that made the entire world seem frozen, their eyes filled with overwhelming waves.
What shocked everyone even more was that everything around was bound by terrifying force, even the snowflakes in front of them seemed to have halted, yet Qi Yun and the others appeared unaffected, able to move freely.
Yunmo Xi, Jian Wushuang, Lin Changkong, Luo Qingxian, Luo Qingchen, Qingfeng, Bright Moon, Shanlan Light Boat, Mo Lao, and the dozens of elders from Array Peak all watched this scene in astonishment.
Especially the cataclysmic attack about to descend upon their heads, which was also frozen in the endless void above.
In an instant, everyone gasped, realizing something was amiss, and they all looked toward the border of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range.
Also looking in that direction were millions of powerful beings from the Hundred Broken Mountain Range and the myriad saints of the Demon Realm, even from an infinite distance away.
At the world’s edge, an ancient figure began to emerge, striding through endless stillness of wind and snow, resembling a supreme ruler who governs all heavens and realms, descending upon this world.
As that majestic silhouette gradually approached the region, countless cultivators’ hearts trembled wildly, their breathing reached an unprecedented intensity.
Only by releasing an invisible force, it bound the world and the vast elder saints’ attacks accumulated over endless ages, what a miraculous and astounding means!
"Oh my god, who is that figure? How is this even possible?"
After a moment, countless cultivators finally reacted, bursting out with earth-shattering exclamations, filled with unparalleled shock.
"That is not someone from within the Hundred Broken Mountain Range; there would never be such a terrifying figure here."
"Just appearing at the world’s edge and freezing all things, what kind of existence is this?"
The shock was not only felt by the millions of powerful beings from the Hundred Broken Mountain Range, but even Yunmo Baitian and the myriad saints of the Demon Realm showed extreme astonishment.
That was the terrifying attack of the endless Old Saints, if it was merely neutralized, it wouldn’t be as miraculous, yet that apocalyptic force was frozen.
Neutralizing and freezing are entirely different, not in the same league; the extent of horror it implies would be enough to shake the mindset of infinite titans, overturning everyone’s worldview.
Clearly, the cultivation and realm of that ancient figure are not even on the same plane; yes, a plane, not just a realm.
At the pinnacle of the vast firmament, across the infinite expanse, the Elder Saints, though their bodies couldn’t move, their eyes glistened with immense waves of shock, filled with indescribable disbelief and horror as they gazed at the world’s edge.
The ancient figure did not appear tall or imposing, more like an old man from the Lin family, ordinary and unremarkable, yet as he strolled leisurely, he had already traversed countless mountains and rivers.
He walked slowly through the vast world like an old man strolling in his backyard, without exerting any pressure, but naturally weighing down the entire world.
As the ancient figure slowly approached, the blurred silhouette in the wind and snow gradually became clearer, revealing an extremely ordinary old face.
Yet when everyone saw that face clearly, they were all stunned, as if struck by ten thousand thunders, especially the infinite Old Saints and contemporary giants of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range, all widening their eyes in disbelief and endless turmoil.
However, the most shocked were undoubtedly the endless Supreme Elders and Sect Leader Luo Li of the Divine Sword Sect.
At this moment, Qi Yun and others were also filled with endless shock, particularly that young man standing among the crowd.
When Ye Xiaofan saw the visage of that ancient figure, he was nearly petrified on the spot, especially upon seeing the ancient hand missing a finger; his heart was struck by endless thunders.
Perhaps countless cultivators in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range have not recognized that astonishing figure, but Ye Xiaofan’s memory surged like a tide; he was not unfamiliar with that figure.
The visitor was none other than the elder Ye Xiaofan had once had the fortune to meet seven years ago in the Divine Sword Sect’s Scripture Pavilion, the one who dared to call the contemporary Sword Saint ’Nan’Er,’ and who had introduced himself as a terrifying figure with a ’Forbidden Martial Soul.’
Upon recognizing his features, Ye Xiaofan’s mind naturally recalled the words once spoken by Qi Yun - the first Sect Leader of the Divine Sword Sect, the founder of the Divine Sword Sect, half-master of Sword Saint Dugu Nan!