Three Voids, Six Tribulations, Nine Layers of Chaos

Within a peripheral grotto-heaven of Demon Witch Mountain, Han Yi slowly rose to his feet. The chaotic aura swirling around him gradually dispersed, returning to calm.

He flicked out a streak of spiritual light. It landed upon the meditation cushion behind him and transformed into a seated phantom. This phantom was a spiritual body, stabilized by his will; through it, messages could be relayed to him.

Then.

With a single step, he was already outside the grotto-heaven. He glanced toward the summit of Demon Witch Mountain and sent over a thought. Then his figure flashed, vanishing from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already beyond Demon Witch Mountain. Another flash, and he moved farther and farther away.

At the summit of Demon Witch Mountain, Mountain Lord Wangxi, who had found an excuse to remain stationed here, suddenly looked in the direction Han Yi had departed. Then he rose to his feet and silently cupped his hands.

The thought Han Yi had transmitted had naturally fallen upon Mountain Lord Wangxi. He told Wangxi that the time had come and that he would soon depart. However, he had left behind a spiritual body within Ninety-Third Mountain Lord's grotto-heaven. Should Demon Witch Mountain encounter trouble in the future, they could enter it and awaken his spiritual body. So long as they were within the same Dao Domain, he would sense it and rush over at once.

At the summit of Demon Witch Mountain, Mountain Lord Wangxi sat down again. His heart was heavy. With Han Yi gone, Demon Witch Mountain no longer had a true Celestial Venerable. Should anything happen, water from afar might not quench the fire at hand.

"Three Voids, Six Tribulations, Nine Layers of Chaos. When will I cross the Celestial Venerable Tribulation?"

A sense of urgency rose