"ah!"

Xu Xiwang screamed in fright.

The forest gave him a terrifying feeling; it was gloomy, desolate, and decaying... filled with all sorts of negative emotions.

In the center of the tree, a man who looked like an emperor sat cross-legged under a towering old locust tree, wearing a dragon robe and a crown, looking majestic and solemn.

He's strange.

Half of his body resembled a god, radiating divine light.

Half of his body resembled a demon, with demonic flames raging to the heavens.

In front of him floated a black spear, radiating an intense imperial aura.

At this moment, the man suddenly opened his closed eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, meeting Xu Xiwang's eyes through the layers of barriers.

"You've finally arrived!"

His voice was old, hoarse, and deep, like that of an elderly man in his twilight years.

Then, the man reached out and made a grasping motion.

Xu Xiwang felt a strong pulling force surge towards him. He couldn't even struggle before he was floated over and fell down in front of the man.

"you……"

Xu Xiwang looked up in surprise.

Only then did they realize that this withered old man, who looked as thin as a rake and as if a gust of wind could blow him away, actually had a pair of bright eyes.

His eyes held a sense of vicissitude, wisdom, and a domineering spirit that looked down upon the world.

However, this heroic spirit vanished in an instant, turning into a touch of sadness.

"I have waited anxiously for many years, longing for your arrival!"

The man's voice was deep and resonant, filled with nostalgia.

Xu Xiwang stared blankly at the old man in front of him, his mind racing. Who was this person?

Suddenly, the man raised his withered right hand and touched Xu Xiwang's forehead with his index finger.

Buzz!

Xu Xiwang trembled, and saw a golden light flow into his brow through his fingers.

"ah!"

Xu Xiwang clutched his head and cried out, his face deathly pale and drenched in sweat.