In the midst of the Sword Dao River.
Su Qianyuan was sent in here; his body swaying, he stabilized his posture within the river.
The him who had broken through to become a Saint, exuded an extremely strong aura.
Ancient golden patterns covered his flesh.
Without any action, but a momentum transcending the mundane world was spreading from him.
However, compared to those who cultivated mana, his being a flesh-based Saint, ultimately fell short in terms of aura.
But this did not mean he was weaker than the average mana cultivator; on the contrary, he was much stronger than those so-called cultivators of mana.
"So you have returned?"
Su Qianyuan steadied himself, looked around, and murmured softly to himself.
"Third junior brother, why are you here?"
Suddenly, a voice quietly sounded from behind.
This startled Su Qianyuan to the point that his body trembled; he had not felt anyone's presence behind him at all.
Su Qianyuan turned around abruptly.
