Lord of Immortality

Deep within the Northern Barren Hills, Yan Qingshan hovered in the sky, looking down at the black plaza below.

The black plaza stood solemnly amid layers of mountain tombs, radiating a vast, weighty aura. Black bronze coffins stood upright, quietly arranged across this enormous plaza.

This grand formation had already surpassed the Saint grade. Having once wielded power at that level, Yan Qingshan understood its terror better than anyone. Yet even such a powerful formation required forty-nine thousand years to erase all of Heavenly Evil God's life imprints. This showed just how terrifying Heavenly Evil God was.

"Azure Emperor!"

Yan Qingshan had become somewhat lost in thought as he observed the formation below. Only after the two Tomb Guardians had waited for quite some time did they finally speak up. Yan Qingshan withdrew his thoughts, smiled, and continued onward with them.

Following the two Tomb Guardians, he descended onto a mountaintop. After proceeding for some time, they arrived at a stone hall guarded by many Tomb Guardians and under tight security. With the two Tomb Guardians leading the way, he entered the stone hall without issue.

This stone hall looked exceedingly ancient. It lacked the splendor of the Great Thousand Palace, yet possessed a distinct archaic charm. After leading him into the main hall, the two Tomb Guardians bowed and departed. A short while later, a gust of chilly wind suddenly swept through the hall.

Strands of black wind appeared out of nowhere, then twisted together and settled upon the seat of honor before Yan Qingshan. When the black wind dispersed, an elderly man in black robes with white hair sat there with lowered eyes, as though asleep.

The old man radiated the air of someone in his twilight years, as though the flame of his life might go out