The surging breath came abruptly and disappeared just as quickly, vanishing in an instant like the bloom of an ephemeral flower.
The old man in black looked around. He didn't notice anything unusual, but he still felt a bit uneasy.
This was, after all, Liu Village, the Land Blessed by the Gods as per the legend.
The power of the deity was unquestionably immense and wherever it went, it radiated a divine awe for thousands of miles, causing the entire Wilderness to tremble.
Even the Ancient Divine Mountains, with their long history, seemed like jesters before it.
Such a presence was akin to living with a tiger for the ancient nations in this wild land. Not a single human emperor from these nations would be able to sleep peacefully through the night.
Otherwise, the emperor himself would not have sent him here.
But it's been so long since a Divine Spirit made an appearance on this continent that they've almost forgotten the terror and power of such beings.