The Netherworld, Xi Yangtian's Daoist arena.
The sky was gloomy and overcast. A sacred mountain stood at the center, a sea of merit clouds hanging above it, with countless palaces below.
Silence reigned in all directions, as if the only sound was the downpouring rain.
A Sage's Daoist arena could naturally be equipped with countless formations to ward off wind and rain, but Xi Yangtian had none. There was not a trace of formation restriction around him. Transcending the mundane, he let the wind and rain beat against him, letting Heaven and Earth take their natural course.
At the summit of the sacred mountain stood a pavilion.
Xi Yangtian sat in the pavilion, drinking tea as he watched the torrential rain.
Eight disciples stood behind him, respectfully accompanying him as he watched the rain.
"Master, since you predicted a sign of great calamity, why don't you...?" a red-robed disciple asked with a frown.
"There is no escaping it!" Xi Yangtian shook his head.
"But who exactly could threaten us?"
"Could it be the Demon Heavenly Court?"
...The disciples speculated among themselves. At that moment, the red-robed disciple spoke again: "Master, how about requesting aid from the Great Zheng Heavenly Court?"
Xi Yangtian narrowed his eyes slightly. In the end, he gently shook his head.
Requesting aid from the Great Zheng Heavenly Court meant joining Great Zheng. Xi Yangtian did not want to join Great Zheng yet!
"Don't worry. Although there is a sign of great calamity, it may not be a dead end!" Xi Yangtian shook his head.
"Yes!" Everyone could only respond helplessly.
The rain continued without pause as Xi Yangtian quietly awaited the arrival of the great calamity.
The sky was dark and overcast, as if reflecting Xi Yangtian's state of mind.
An oppressive silence filled the pavilion.