Thirty years later.
The young man in seclusion slowly opened his eyes.
His dark-gold vertical pupils resembled a moon sinking beyond the horizon, and also a deep, unfathomable gorge.
Bathed in faint golden light, they appeared immensely imposing.
As the cultivator rose, a mane of dark-gold hair fell loosely over his shoulders, wild and unrestrained.
"What is it?"
The young man tilted his head slightly.
"My lord."
The cultivator standing at the door of the quiet chamber cupped his hands and said, "Madam says that Miss Linglong is about to begin her Spirit Transformation lightning tribulation and invites you to attend the ceremony."
"Understood."
Meng Zhi nodded.
No joy, anger, sorrow, or delight could be heard in his voice.
Leaving seclusion and entering the earth palace's fire vein, he found that familiar figure still standing there, unchanged through the decades.
Meng Zhi respectfully said, "Master, Junior Sister Linglong is about to break through her realm. Before long, she will face her Spirit Transformation lightning tribulation, and she has invited Master to attend the ceremony."
Tu Shan Jun, hammering bloodsteel, smiled. "Thirty years have passed. Linglong should indeed have reached this step."
Turning his gaze toward Meng Zhi, he nodded in praise. "Not bad. You have not neglected your cultivation. In a mere thirty years, you have entered the mid-stage realm."
"You should have comprehended the Void Heaven Otherworld long ago, correct?"
"Reporting to Master, this disciple has comprehended it." Meng Zhi cupped his hands in salute.
He continued, "It is also because the Yu family's factional struggles did not affect the relationship between Master and disciple. Otherwise, reaching the mid-stage of Spirit Transformation in only thirty years would have been sheer fantasy."
Ever since he and Yu Haofeng had finalized the supply of Yin Soul Pills thirty years ago, the