From that indifferent gaze, Jonathan Walker felt a piercingly sharp Sword Intent, and his own look became even more complex.
In the end, Jonathan Walker nodded slightly, said nothing more, and vanished once again. This scene caused True Martial Heavenly King and others outside the plane to tense up slightly.
For Jonathan Walker's appearance and disappearance left not a single trace, the space showing no sign of disturbance, as if he had never existed at all.
Not to mention any fluctuation of the law's energy.
This genius, who had dazzled an era, despite having silently split into three for many years, still possessed strength surpassing that of countless senior cultivators.
Now, outside of the Number Ten Plane, space-time distorted, and the Golden Divine Tree, towering tens of thousands of kilometers high, shone even more brilliantly, radiating endless golden light.