The Ten Thousand Martial Realm, Demon Suppression Mountain Range.
A streak of Profound Light streaked across the sky, having anchored directly to the coordinates of the Void Sea of Light. It eventually transformed into a black-robed figure and landed at the edge of the mountain range.
Upon seeing a tall figure standing on one of the cliffs with his hands clasped behind his back, head slightly raised as if gazing at the firmament—his eyes seemingly able to pierce through the Sea of Suffering to directly reach the Other Shore—Minor Metal immediately straightened his robes. With a solemn expression, he walked up, cupped his hands, and bowed.
"Greetings, Immortal Monarch."
"Dispense with the formalities."
Having stood on this dilapidated cliff for over an hour just to act cool in front of Master Chong Guang, Lü Yang waved his hand, his tone calm and detached. "Suppressed beneath this mountain is that Primordial Celestial Demon."
