At the same time.
Behind the Daluo Taoist Immortal Sect.
Several figures of stature standing between heaven and earth, either standing or sitting, emerged amidst a patch of chaos.
Among them, a middle-aged man donned in a Starry Robe and a Purple Gold Crown, seated on a dragon-bone chair, exuding an aura that seemed both as deep as an abyss and as terrifying as a prison.
In his eyes, endless phenomena evolved, a constellation born and perished.
A hazy, graceful silhouette stood beside him, gently massaging his shoulders and neck.
"Remember the promise you made to me."
The hazy silhouette bent down, whispering softly into the ear of the figure cloaked in aura as deep as an abyss and a prison-like aura, adorned in Purple Gold Crown and robe.
"This seat has broken the rules by sending a Nirvana Realm into the mini-world to kill Chen Zhixing, which is already granting you a considerable favor."
