Old Demon

Several days later.

White Bone Path, Unborn Temple.

The great void split open, revealing a figure in a snow-white fox-fur cloak, carrying himself with carefree elegance. It was Bai Ziye of the Bai Family, a Purple Palace cultivator.

Not long after, another streak of yellow light flew over. It was Fang Wuchen.

Yet the dharma robe Fang Wuchen wore no longer imprisoned a single spirit creature, making him appear considerably more downcast.

"Fellow Daoist Bai—"

Upon seeing Bai Ziye, Fang Wuchen was the first to cup his fists in greeting.

"Fellow Daoist Fang."

Bai Ziye smiled. "You came as well, Fellow Daoist?"

"With the clan situated there, I had no choice but to come. The spiritual aura in the south has changed drastically; wind rises and rain darkens the skies, and another Great True Person has fallen at Demon Cloud Cliff—"

"Even the Temple of the Origin of All Dharmas in the Secret Treasury Domain has seen a Great Dharma King enter nirvana. It was only after contacting my fellow disciples that I learned of Northern Zhou's destruction of Wu in the south, and the fall of Mysterious Void Heaven—"

"It is no longer Northern Zhou, but 'Later Xia.'" Bai Ziye smiled. "Northern Zhou changed its state title, and after its southern campaign, it began marching west. It seems they intend to restore the territories of Heavenly Xia and accomplish the great undertaking that generations of enlightened rulers failed to achieve."

"Later Xia...?" Fang Wuchen savored the state title. "It seems they are paving the way for that Marshal Xia. That man's momentum has likely already reached its peak... I simply do not know why he has yet to attain it. Could it be that he fears the spiritual aura of Jiangnan?"

As the two Purple Palace True Persons spoke,