As Chu Xiangtian's words fell, the black ancient Immortal Monument suddenly trembled slightly. Immediately afterward, the golden number ranked first at the top of the monument transformed into a blazing golden light, shining down on the crowd below.
Where the light shone, directly in the territory of the Imperial Family at the forefront, it enveloped an old, hunchbacked elder.
The elder wore the golden robe of a Yan dragon, and no other members of the Imperial Family dared to approach within several meters around him.
At this moment, as the golden beam enveloped him, the elder's expression was extremely calm as he slowly soared towards the ancient Immortal Platform.
"Is that Chu Tianhuang, who is ranked first?"
"To think he appears so aged. With his power, maintaining the appearance of youth or even adolescence should be effortless, right?"
"What do you know? He's beyond caring about appearances."
