The youth, as graceful as the breeze and as stately as the clouds, descended from above, like a peerless monarch who reigned over all realms for a lifetime, high above as the Nine Heavens Supreme, the Chaos Sovereign.
His eyes were cold, harboring neither smugness nor arrogance, only the calm of one who gazes upon all beings from above.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he strode confidently away from the base of Star-picking Peak toward the outer fields.
Wherever his silhouette passed, the eyes of all who saw him were filled with submission, reverence, and trembling.
His steps were gentle, and not even a ripple of Martial Arts aura stirred, yet countless people felt as if Mount Taishan itself was pressing upon them, their hearts nearly shattering.
Even the top Martial Arts Masters felt their faces turn pale and their breathing become labored.
It wasn't Lin Mo actively exerting his suppression that affected them this way.