With the power of one man, he shook the entire world.

Such a feat would have been dismissed as nonsense in the past.

But now, the truth lay before everyone's eyes, shattering their worldviews.

Dugu Changkong was an old man nearing the end of his life, with only a few hundred or thousand years left.

A dust-stained cloth robe could not hide his overwhelming presence.

Sparse white hair carried endless loneliness and the marks of time.

His eyes were cloudy, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.

Those withered hands swept across the Imperial Province, unmatched by any.

"I stand upon the divine bridge, overlooking all beings. What enemies do I fear?"

With a single word or glance, he made the hidden ancient beings tremble, their hearts uneasy.@@novelbin@@

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