The demon ghost's face was filled with terror, but Wang Tinglou turned a blind eye to it. He raised his right hand and made a casual grasp at the air, and a strange azure hand appeared out of nowhere.
It came before the demon ghost and removed its Storage Bag and Demon Core.
Then he flicked his left hand, and a pale-blue fireball appeared before his eyes.
A flash of spiritual light, and the demon ghost's corpse turned to dust.
This unlucky fellow had also become the first Lihe Realm existence to fall after entering the Asura Gate. Yet Wang Tinglou's face showed neither surprise nor joy. To him, this was nothing more than a trivial matter.
Then his figure flickered, his aura was restrained once more, and he turned into a streak of Startling Rainbow that flew forward.
At the same time, in a place countless tens of thousands of miles away from here.
A lone peak stood proudly.
Though Penglai was called a mountain, its area was far too vast. Even compared with You Province, it was not inferior; it could even be said to be a little larger.
Upon Penglai, mountains and rivers, lakes, hills, deserts—all kinds of terrain could be found in abundance. It could not be viewed merely as a single mountain.
At this very moment, halfway up that lone peak, there was also a hidden cave dwelling. Though no restrictions concealed it, it was covered by countless vines; if one did not pay attention, it truly could not be seen.
Deep inside the cave dwelling stood a round bluestone table, beside which sat two immortal cultivators.
The one on the left was an old man in azure robes. He looked to be over seventy years old, yet he showed not the slightest sign