In the unknown Divine Realm, atop a lofty peak, the current Lord of the Divine Realm stood still. His withered face bore the ruthless marks of time. Having held on for ten thousand years, even a human Imperial Dao Supreme Being was gradually reaching the end of his oil and the drying of his lamp.
Behind him, the young man in white approached. Looking at the old man on the peak, he respectfully bowed. "Teacher."
"How long have you been on the mountain?" the old man asked.
"Three hundred years," Young Master Xiaobai replied softly.
"It is time to descend the mountain," the old man said hoarsely.
Hearing this, Young Master Xiaobai's expression turned grave. "Peacock has already left. If this disciple leaves as well, only Teacher will remain in the Divine Realm. May this disciple wait until Peacock returns before descending the mountain?"
"No need."
The old man said calmly, "I have not declined to the point of needing someone to care for me. You have your own responsibilities. Leave."
Young Master Xiaobai fell silent. After a long while, he bowed deeply again. "This disciple obeys. Teacher, please take care of yourself. Once the demonic calamity is quelled, this disciple will return to serve at your side."
With that, Young Master Xiaobai said nothing more and turned to walk down the mountain.
With both of them gone, the Divine Realm fell silent. Only the old man remained, lonely and cold, without the slightest trace of warmth.
Upon the mountain peak, the old man continued to gaze quietly upon the human world, his eyes never shifting for even a moment.
At the same time, in the Primeval Demonic Realm, the Demonic Emperor Kunyi returned, and the battle situation swiftly reversed. Of the Heavenly Demon Eight Legions, all except the Heaven