The Purple Gold Winged Lion King's Dou Huang pressure was like an invisible giant net, enveloping the White Jade Square atop Misty Cloud Sect's mountain peak. The square was paved with Thousand Year Cold Jade, already gleaming with a chilly luster, but beneath this pressure, it gained an even more sinister air. The Misty Cloud Sect disciples' faces turned deathly pale. Veins bulged on the hands clutching their weapons, and even their breathing unconsciously grew lighter. Fine frost flowers had already formed beneath many of their feet on the cold jade ground—a physiological reaction forced out by the pressure. Amid this deathly oppressive silence, an aged yet majestic voice suddenly rang out like thunder from the direction of the mountain gate, like thunder splitting apart the clouds, shaking the banners around the square until they fluttered. "A mere Sixth-tier Demonic Beast dares to run wild in my Misty Cloud Sect?!"
Following the sound, everyone saw an old man slowly approaching in a dark green brocade robe trimmed with gold. His beard and hair were completely white, yet held flawlessly in place by a Jade Crown. A jade hairpin engraved with cloud patterns was tucked into his hair, displaying utmost luxury. His complexion was as rosy as an infant's. Though wrinkles lined the corners of his eyes, he did not appear aged in the slightest. His narrow eyes resembled those of a hawk, and wherever his gaze passed, even the air seemed sliced apart, producing faint ripples. Pale green Dou Qi surrounded him, flowing like living water. Each breath caused the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to tremble slightly—he was none other than the Misty Cloud Sect's Great Elder, the Dou Huang powerhouse Yun Ling! Four elders with solemn auras followed behind him, all at the Peak Dou Wang level.