The ground was dark and covered in fallen leaves. These were no ordinary leaves. Coated with the mysterious power of the Burying Ground, they possessed a kind of preservative power. Even after countless years, they still seemed as fresh as when they first fell.
The Banished Immortal walked forward, his body floating about half a meter above the ground. Every step he took rippled through the void like ripples spreading across the surface of a pond.
He was serene and elegant, his skin seemingly radiating light. His chiseled face was flawless--an embodiment of perfection. An aura of etherealness surrounded him, as if at any moment he could transform into an immortal. As he approached Tu Wa Zi, Shi Hao, and others, he spoke with a surprisingly gentle tone, like that of old friends discussing matters. His words were not easy to despise.