Jiuyou Daoist - The Power of Law

Twenty years later.

Tianlan Region, border.

A crack split open in the gray-black sky, and a figure walked out from within it.

It was a middle-aged man, tall of build, dressed in a gray-white daoist robe. His face was rigid and old-fashioned, and his eyes were deep gray, as if they contained endless Netherworld Qi.

He Stood with Hands Behind Back, his gaze sweeping over the Mountains and Rivers beneath his feet, and the corner of his mouth curved into a Cold Smile.

Jiuyou Daoist.

In the Netherworld, he was a Ghost Cultivator, but also of the Human Race. He had reincarnated from the upper realm. In his previous life, he had been a Cultivator of the upper-realm Human Race, and after his fall, his Remnant Soul had entered the Netherworld's Reincarnation Pool and reincarnated as a Yin Cultivator.

He had cultivated for several hundred years and had finally broken through the bottleneck of Spirit Transformation, touching the threshold of the laws.

Jiuyou Daoist lifted his foot and walked toward the depths of the Tianlan Region. His speed was not fast, but every step crossed several hundred li, as if he were Shrinking Ground to an Inch.

Shouxian Pavilion, a paradise beyond the world.

The young girl sat cross-legged by the stream, holding a bamboo rod in her hand, her eyes fixed on the float on the water's surface.

She suddenly put down the bamboo rod, Stood Up, and gazed into the distance. There lay the border of the Tianlan Region.

"Those damned Nether Cultivators still won't settle down."

Her figure flashed, and she vanished into thin air.

Above the border of the Tianlan Region.

Jiuyou Daoist stopped and raised his head to look ahead. There, a young girl appeared out of thin air, standing with her hands behind her