The summit of Kunlun Mountain.
The north wind howls.
Fine snow flutters.
The piercing cold seeps into the air.
Yet in this temperature.
Lin the Demi Immortal in a thin hemp robe is inexplicably fervent.
Listening to the rustling footsteps approaching.
He seems to hear the long-lost call of light from decades past.
Beside him.
The four old eccentrics stand scattered in a fan shape.
Their faces show no excitement, no exhilaration, and no ecstasy.
Only the gravest solemnity.
Instinct tells them that the enigmatic figure in white is certainly not benevolent.
Sha-sha-sha-!
Sha-sha-sha-!
The sound draws closer.
Yet Li Tiandao and the young attendant maintain a somewhat laid-back rhythm.
This seems to demonstrate a disregard for the opposition.
Indeed, concerning these so-called God Realm beings not cultivated by himself, had the Heavenly Dao Institute not been annihilated, he would have been utterly disinclined to give them any attention.
"Son of the Heavenly Dao!"
