The black eyeball grew increasingly solid, its pupil shimmering with an eerie gray light, fixed directly on Li Xiaobai.
"Indeed, I am the Peak Master here. And who might you be, some insignificant creature?"
Li Xiaobai clasped his hands behind his back and asked casually.
"Heh, I go by 'Chen,' from the Immortal Gods Realm. You're quite impressive, reaching this point at such a young age purely by your own efforts—such potential! I'm rather optimistic about you."
The black eyeball swirled slowly as it spoke, emitting an aura both terrifying and ancient.
A shiver ran through Li Xiaobai's heart. He could sense the unmistakable breath of centuries emanating from this entity.
The glow in the eyeball precisely matched that of the eyeball in the rift in the heavens—the same gaze, the identical gray light. He could confirm this Chen's true form was situated beyond that tear in the heavens.