The Primordial World.
Atop Golden Summit, Ping Peng, a great demon who had obtained an Innate Spiritual Treasure of the lower grade, gotten lucky enough to sever his benevolent corpse, and entered the early stage of the Quasi-Sage realm, had originally thought that, though he could not claim vast swathes of the Primordial World like the Wu and Demon Races,
he could still live freely in one corner of the world and rule over a hundred thousand miles.
What depressed him, however, was that for some unknown reason, two peak Quasi-Sage experts had suddenly descended upon Golden Summit.
Ping Peng, whose cultivation had improved, had thought he could put up a fight.
Who could have known that either one of them could casually suppress him while chatting and laughing?
He shook his two pig heads, and his four enormous ears swayed back and forth.
He could only follow the two experts' orders and summon all kinds of living beings from the surrounding area.
As for why they wanted the beings summoned, Ping Peng had no idea.
Meanwhile,
atop Golden Summit,
inside the palace,
Daoist Qing Wei sat cross-legged on a straw-yellow cushion, his expression solemn as he stared at Cang Mingzi, who still had not opened his eyes. At last, he spoke in a deep voice.
"Senior Brother! It's been so long. Why have you still not made a move against the Demon Race?"
It had been three hundred years since they had last left Purple Sky Palace.
Cang Mingzi said nothing. Streams of light radiated from his body, surrounded by the Dao's aura.
Seeing this, Daoist Qing Wei did not disturb him further.
He knew what the strange phenomenon signified.
His senior brother, Cang Mingzi, was refining a spiritual treasure.
As for the specifics of how they would deal