In the airspace above the Royal Sacred Sect, a row of figures slowly descended. The man in the lead projected an awe-inspiring imposingness and looked to be around forty to fifty years of age. This person was none other than the previous Sacred Emperor of the Royal Sacred Sect.
He didn’t came back alone, around him there were seven other silhouettes, all of them projecting an extraordinary demeanor. Their eyes shone with godly charm, unable to hide the might of their aura. This was especially so for a middle-aged man standing beside the old Sacred Emperor. His gaze was extremely terrifying, akin to a depthless abyss.
The other six looked younger but naturally, their appearances wasn’t a true indication of their age. As for how long they have cultivated for, no one from the Royal Sacred Sect was able to tell. Once one’s cultivation reached a certain realm, they would be able to maintain their youth and their true age would only be known through the age of their bones.