In the distant Immortal Realm.
Within a towering treasure hall, Immortal Emperor Ling Yu sat high upon his throne, Immortal light swirling around him, his majesty unparalleled.
His fingers lightly tapped the armrest, producing dull thuds that rang especially clearly through the silent hall.
Below, dozens of Immortal Lords stood respectfully, scarcely daring to breathe.
Immortal Emperor Ling Yu abruptly opened his eyes, his expression dark and killing intent sharp in his gaze.
"The Qiankun Creation Cauldron... has finally reappeared!"
He slowly rose to his feet, Immortal light coiling around him as a terrifying pressure made the entire palace tremble.
"Xuantian, have you returned?"
"So what if you have returned? I want to see what waves you can possibly stir up!"
Immortal Emperor Ling Yu's gaze was profound as he looked into the void, as though piercing endless space to behold the scene in the lower realm.
"Pass down my order: accelerate the repair of the lower realm passage! I will personally descend to the lower realm and bring this karma to a complete end!"
"Reporting to Immortal Emperor, repairs to the lower realm passage have reached seventy percent." An Immortal Lord clad in a violet-gold Immortal robe knelt on the ground, his voice filled with reverence.
Immortal Emperor Ling Yu slowly opened his eyes, and a glint of coldness flashed through his deep gaze. "Too slow."
His voice was not loud, yet the temperature throughout the grand hall abruptly plummeted.
Several Immortal Lords unconsciously shrank their necks, fine beads of sweat seeping from their foreheads.
"Immortal Emperor, forgive us!" The Purple Robe Old Man pressed his forehead to the ground. "The lower realm passage was damaged too severely. Repairing it requires an enormous amount—"
"I do not wish to hear excuses!" Immortal Emperor Ling Yu cut him off. "The