*Two days later.*
*Supreme Dao Sect*
The air at the summit of the sacred mountain was saturated with celestial Qi so dense it formed iridescent streaks between the jade pillars. Inside the sect leader's private pavilion, silence was broken only by the occasional crackle of a soothing spiritual incense.
Xuan BaiShe sat with nonchalant elegance, one leg folded over the other, adjusting his sage's monocle. His long silver hair, whose tips turned ink-black, fell over his shoulders.
Facing him, Pangu, the leader of the most powerful sect in the Upper Realms, stood near the window. His imposing stature of nearly two meters and his warrior's musculature exuded a spiritual pressure that few cultivators could have endured without trembling. His eyes were hidden behind a blindfold, making his expression unreadable, while his Qi remained calm, like a bottomless ocean.
