James furrowed his brow. He immediately flipped his descended palm. A burst of purplish-black energy shot out, and the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell, which had been knocked into the void, quickly fell, clanging as it covered Xian.

Only then did he lift his head to look up into the sky. Amidst the dense purple haze, a majestic old man emerged. He wore a blue saffron robe with gray hair and beard, emitting no radiance and appearing simple and unadorned, making it difficult to discern his cultivation ba