On the towering mountain peak, a high platform stood firm, with dim lights flickering above it. Strange runes glimmered, drawing in strands of yin energy that seemed to vanish and reappear.
Amidst them, faint wailing sounds intermingled, and the fluctuations of soul revealed the origin of these yin energies. In this great battle between two armies, the residual spirits of the dead were likely all summoned here.
Suddenly, yellow clouds appeared above the high platform, an illusory heavenly realm unfolded and quickly solidified. The Heavenly Monarch emerged from within, and his qi swept over, instantly devouring the yin energy and soul fluctuations completely.
Chilling energy emanated from his body, as if he were a ghost god from the underworld. His gaze lowered slightly to his right hand, where yin energy surged, transforming into pure Innate Qi, healing the cracks on his palm.
"Jiang Li······"
