C331 The God of Talking(1)

As the legions of Martial Cultivators surged into the Dragon Tomb, advancing toward the fabled Divine Treasury, a white-haired figure sat in meditation within a secret chamber unknown to others inside the tomb. This elder, whose life was nearing its twilight, bore the marks of time on his skin, yet beneath the wrinkles, one could glimpse the remnants of his youthful grace and elegance