While Yaochi was directing the action in the Virtual World, slaying monsters and grinding away,
Heavenly Emperor Haotian had already taken several letters
and personally descended into the Primordial Wilderness.
He intended to visit the Saints and deliver the letters his junior sister had prepared!
"Who should I visit first?"
"Senior Brother Taiqing is the foremost Saint and the strongest among them. I should visit him first."
With that decision made,
Haotian flew toward the East Sea Coast.
Along the way, he naturally saw the Human Race living there.
"Sigh, these humans have it hard."
"In the past, the Three Ancestors of Humanity, the Ten Ancestors of Martial Dao, and many members of the Innate Human Race protected them. They lived without a care."
"But ever since the Witch-Demon Two Clans joined forces to slaughter them, only this handful remains of the hundreds of billions of humans. You can scarcely find even a few Golden Immortal Realm experts among them, and most of their descendants are ordinary mortals. Life must be hard indeed."
"If Nephew-Disciple Qingyuan weren't backing them, they would probably have been wiped out long ago."
Haotian sighed over their plight
as he flew toward Shouyang Mountain.
"Dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun..."
When he reached the foot of the mountain,
Haotian heard a wondrous, heavenly melody.
It was grand and majestic, stirring him to his core. It seemed to carry him straight into an age when immortals and gods flourished, with deities paying homage and ten thousand immortals attending court. What splendor!
"What a piece! As expected of Senior Brother Taiqing—to play such heavenly music!"
Admiration rose in Haotian's heart.
Then
he climbed Shouyang Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, he encountered a burly, dark-skinned man sitting in cultivation. The man introduced