Chapter 308

Before Hu Yuan had a chance to carefully ponder a countermeasure, the platform beneath his feet suddenly began to vibrate violently. The entire structure rocked as if gripped by an invisible, giant hand, threatening to collapse at any moment. Jolted from side to side, he could barely keep his footing. Lifting his head with great difficulty, he saw a figure slowly stepping out from the distorted void. It was an elderly man draped in Yin-Yang robes, embroidered with intricate Yin-Yang patterns that flickered in the dim light like resurrected ancient runes. The old man's features were blurred, as if veiled by a mysterious mist that defied scrutiny. He stood there like an immortal descended from primeval times, radiating an awe-inspiring presence. In his hand, he held a whisk, every single strand of which seemed imbued with immense power. As the old man gently waved it, each movement felt like the casting of a supreme spell. The surrounding space rippled with distorted waves, much like a calm lake struck by a massive boulder. These ripples spread outward like invisible shockwaves, as though warping and twisting the entire world.