Black mist surged, and Yin energy burst forth! A green-eyed, black-scaled Mo Jiao slowly swam out. In an instant, the Spiritual Object formed from the essence of Extreme Yin transformed into a young Daoist dressed in a dark Taoist Robe.
The Daoist's face was as exquisitely carved as jade, majestic and regal, with a pair of green pupils that were deep and cunning. On his forehead, a vermilion dot burned like a flame, adding a touch of eerie charm. His figure was tall and slender, and as he walked, it was as if mists coiled around him, each step seemingly treading upon nothingness. His entire being gradually exuded an aura of utmost Yin and turbidity, sinister and ice-cold.
「On the other side.」
