A Turning Point
Moon Worshipper Ancient Land. Ning Chen arrived with the Moonlit Tower Master and Red Luan. Beneath everyone's watchful eyes, they ascended to the Divine Realm once more.
At the Rising Sun Divine Palace, the Moon God illuminated the path ahead and guided the three of them through their ascension.
Half a month later, Ning Chen and the other two came to the Rising Sun Divine Palace to offer their thanks. They did not linger long before going their separate ways.
The Moonlit Tower Master and Red Luan went directly to the Heavenly Realm. Ning Chen did not accompany them, instead choosing to head for the Western Buddhist Realm.
In the Western Buddhist Realm, at Sumeru Buddha Mountain, the Demon Lord sat upon a lotus of Buddha, waiting for a hundred years.
On this day, a white-clad, white-haired figure walked toward the Buddha Mountain. Weathered by wind and frost, he appeared far more haggard than he had a hundred years ago.
"Greetings, Demon Lord."
At Buddha Mountain, Ning Chen bowed and spoke.
"No need for such formalities."
The Demon Lord rose to his feet, looked at the man before him, and said, "You have worked hard."
"It was what I should have done," Ning Chen replied.
"These hundred years in the Divine Realm have been fairly peaceful. For the time being, there should be no need to worry about the calamity of heaven and earth."
"So long as it was useful, that is enough. This way, I can focus on my own matters as well," Ning Chen said calmly.
"You have grown far more weathered over these hundred years." The Demon Lord looked at the dim, lifeless eyes of the man before him and sighed softly.
"People grow old. Naturally, we are no exception. Though one's appearance may