That day.
A scarlet blood light fell upon the Eastern King's palace.
Green ghost fires flickered within the blood light, countless pale skeletal shadows roared, ultimately forming a yellow-robed figure in the void above the great hall.
"My disciple, come see me quickly."
Below the steps, the Eastern King suppressed his aura, bowed his head respectfully, his back straight, displaying utmost humility:
"Disciple greets Master."
The Yellow Robe Daoist nodded, raising his sleeve, demonic light swirling around his fingers:
"Detail everything about Peach Blossom Mountain, do not miss a single aspect."
"Yes."
The Eastern King replied, his voice steady and orderly, slowly recounting the supposed investigation details.
The Yellow Robe Daoist listened attentively, gradually relaxing his tense aura.
Boom——!!
A blazing great sun suddenly rose from the depths of the hall's void, golden rays shining, layers of radiant clouds, utterly Yang and strong, sweeping in all directions.
