C912 The Aura of Creation

On the other side of the Fallen Immortal Mountain Range.

An old man in a white robe suddenly let out a muffled groan. His entire body was trembling, and his right hand was wrapped in a thin layer of ice.

Four disciples stood behind him. They were very concerned and kept asking, "Master, how do you feel now?"

The white-robed old man slowly opened his eyes