"Heavens!"
"Swordsman, where on earth did you run off to??!"
"If I lose you again, where will I find another weak swordsman to act as a protector, to rise in the future, becoming a Near Immortal level powerhouse..."
The Yang Bone Heavenly Person was raving madly, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.
When crying, he sobbed bitterly, and the scorching tears fell, burning the ground into lava pits; when laughing, he laughed uncontrollably, shattering the void and all rules within a radius of hundreds of thousands of kilometers.
Below, tens of millions of cultivators, including several Refining Void True Venerables, were trembling with fear, dreading that this terrifying powerhouse might wipe them all out with a slight oversight.
It could be a matter of a single breath, and with a slight sigh, they would be gone.
It's unclear how much time passed.
This terrifying powerhouse regained his sanity once more.
