He was a young man with a golden sword pattern on his brow, handsome features, dressed in a white robe.
A golden long sword floated by the young man's side.
He was none other than the Sword Immortal of the Immortal Sword Sect who had been in slumber for a million years.
This Sword Immortal stepped out of a space crack, the crack behind him slowly closing, and then disappearing. The sea below him became calm, as if it dared not disturb the Immortal.
The eyes of this Sword Immortal were serene as he looked towards the distant Mist Island.
The next moment, he took a step forward and instantly appeared above Mist Island.
After that, a roar akin to one from the abyss echoed from within Mist Island, and a terrifying black fog slowly emerged from the central peak of the island.
Boom!!