At the border between the Red Luan Starfield and the Spirit Void Starfield, countless meteors drifted through space. Above them, an enormous pavilion descended from the heavens and crashed onto one of the meteors.
"Begin setting up the formation."
Within the pavilion, the Night Lord spoke calmly.
"Yes!"
In four different Minor Worlds around the pavilion, four peerless kings opened their eyes. Their hands formed seals as they began laying the formation.
In an instant, a wondrous Four Symbols formation opened in the starry sky. Centered on the First Pavilion Under Heaven, immense starlight spread rapidly, filling the skies for ten thousand miles.
Before the pavilion, the Night Lord stepped out and gazed upon the vast starry expanse ahead, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes.
After waiting for so long, he had finally returned to the world of humankind. He believed that before long, the name First Pavilion Under Heaven would resound through every corner of the starry sky.
"Pavilion Lord."
Behind him, Qing Shuang, Lord of the Northern Profound Realm, stepped forward and said, "That Dragon Clan expert is grievously wounded. He may not be able to hold on much longer."
"Hmm?"
The Night Lord frowned slightly. "Even your Ice Profound Art cannot save him?"
"I can only delay the outbreak of his injuries for now, but I cannot save his life." Qing Shuang sighed softly.
"Do everything you can."
The Night Lord said calmly, "He may be the last Dragon Clan member in the human world. He cannot simply die like this."
"Yes."
Qing Shuang nodded. "I will do my utmost."
In the Purple Star Starfield, above the Underworld, Marquis of Knowing Fate returned. Soon after his return, he immediately summoned the Ten Yama Kings to discuss the matter of the Ghost Clan.
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