Before he could finish his sentence, the atmosphere in the sky surged violently, splitting open a path in the middle.
The end of this path flickered with golden light, as if it contained another world. It was filled with a vast and ancient aura, as if an existence that had lived for countless years lived inside.
Then, a figure walked out of the golden light. The golden light behind him retracted, and the sky returned to its previous state.
This was an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies. His hair and beard were white, and his eyes were kind. He was wearing a white robe, and his body emitted the aura of all techniques fusing into one.
It was the Myriad Techniques Return to One Realm, but he was far stronger than ordinary Sages.
He should be a so-called Sage King or a Great Divine Being or Star Lord.
It was equivalent to the Peak of the Sixth Realm of the Immortal World.