[Human World].
The dashing Daoist stood in green robes with his hands behind his back, staring fixedly at the sky. The mist that had once shrouded his entire body had vanished.
At a glance, his features were outstanding and handsome, his build tall and straight. Born to abundance, descended from a distinguished lineage, he looked every inch a heroic young man. Yet the moment one's gaze fell upon his narrow, elongated eyes, the overall beauty was abruptly spoiled, lending his temperament several shades of gloom.
The next second, his figure suddenly turned illusory.
Though the mist had vanished and the Daoist had revealed his true face, this did not make him feel any more real. On the contrary, it made him seem ever more ethereal.
Ling Xiao Dong Huang True Lord.
A person who should not have existed had now appeared openly. Just as Lu Yang had predicted, this not only did not weaken his control over [Great Forest Wood].
It even strengthened it!
If, before this, he had still needed that dense mist to manifest his Image and wield the Perception Barrier, now he did not even need the mist.
Such profundity had already reached the pinnacle.
Yet even so, [Sky Soaring]—or rather, Ling Xiao's thoughts did not relax in the slightest. He was still reviewing and weighing his recent experience.
A boundless realm of death, a vast Netherworld.
At the [Ghost Gate], having already sensed the awakening of the Lord of Netherworld and developed an intense sense of crisis, he had met a great figure who had secretly come to see him.
What did that great figure look like?
What was his aura like?
There was no impression. He remembered none of it.
The only things that remained were their conversation, along with a figure whose gender could