Chapter 175: The White-haired Divine from Ten Thousand Years Ago

This was a man in his mid-thirties to forties, not particularly burly or tall, nor extraordinarily handsome. In fact, his features looked quite ordinary. Yet with his hair white and cascading down, he emanated an undeniable Dao rhythm that no one could ignore.

Sitting simply upon a stone seat, he exuded an aura that seemed taller than mountains, wider than seas – majestic, unparalleled, transcending time and the ordinary.

A misty vapor, vague and winding, flowed from his entire being, forming a waterfall. Upon closer inspection, one could see special talismans manifest within it. They seemed simple but were unfathomably intricate, as if they were the Heavenly Earth Dao itself branded upon the world.

These were Dao Traces, bestowed only upon those who had reached the Heavenly Divine Realm. These traces, once mastered, could be condensed into a tangible presence, possessing incredible powers – the true embodiment of the Dao.