C561 You Are Not Worthy

The voice resonated throughout the Holy Mountain, and as the dust dispersed, a white-haired figure emerged in the deep pit.

He stood tall on a massive boulder, his body cloaked in dust. He coughed persistently, his hair disheveled, his complexion ghostly pale as if he had been entombed within the mountain for an age. There was an air of exhilaration about him