Qingyao Mountain.
Beside the abyss, wisps of mist curled through the air as clumps of grass swayed in the breeze, silently spreading across the once-barren earth.
A herd of deer demons, old and young alike, kept watchful eyes on their surroundings while lowering their heads to nibble at the tender green shoots.
Suddenly, the earth gave a violent shudder.
Several fawns playing together nearly fell over. Once they regained their footing, they looked around in panic.
The does gathered the fawns beneath their bellies with their muzzles, then gazed into the distance in equal alarm.
Boom!
Just then, another earth-shaking crash rang out, and the ground trembled even more violently.
Plants quivered; the earth shook and mountains swayed, as though some enormous creature were drawing near.
The deer demons didn't hesitate for a moment. They bolted away on all fours.
In an instant, a towering figure, as immense as a mountain peak, appeared on the horizon.
His skin was bronze, and his towering frame seemed to brush the clouds.
Before him, ranges of mountains and mighty rivers looked no more than puddles in a muddy road after a downpour. With a casual stride, he crossed mountains and rivers alike.
It was none other than Long Bo War King!
At that moment, a figure in green stood on his shoulder, silver hair like moonlight and jade-green eyes like emeralds. Her aura was pure and bright, as though she had never been tainted by the complexity and filth of the mortal world.
Seeing that she had once again arrived at Qingyao Mountain, Pei Ling's expression remained utterly calm.
He was still under the system's control and couldn't make a move.
Still, he had dragged things out for so long without facing the next Dao Tribulation, and the immortal who had descended from