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 base. However, he was able to step on a mass of purple clouds and descend slowly.

Lady Herodias furrowed her brow upon seeing the old man. “Why is Corey Damien here?”

“Corey Damien?” Yegor exclaimed, “He’s the former second strongest in the Tai Chi World. He really went to the Great Historial Land?”

Meanwhile, James could not help but frown as he faced Corey, who was floating in the air on purple clouds.

“Chosen One, you’re the first to dare cause trouble at the entrance of the Great Historial