Rumble!
In a corner of the Mountain-Sea Secret Realm, countless black feathers drifted down from the sky.
The void was dark. A hideous giant bird shaped like a vulture could be faintly seen battering an immortal restriction.
Immortal energy spilled out, and the earth cracked. Behind the restriction, palace halls flickered in and out of sight, with the glimmer of treasure seeping through.
"Who's there?"
The black feathers filling the sky suddenly drew together, revealing Old Man Celestial Fowl. He held a pitch-black ring whose power faintly surpassed the limits of Mahayana.
Darkness. Terror...
An indescribable Dao resonance spread. The power of the Great Dao surged, making the void tremble faintly as a silver-robed youth appeared.
The youth had delicate features. Two intertwined spiral marks shone brilliantly on his brow as he stood with his hands behind his back, smiling at Old Man Celestial Fowl.
Though his aura suggested he had only just entered Mahayana, Old Man Celestial Fowl demanded, "Who are you?"
"Little black bird... Have you forgotten this old man after all these years?"
The silver-robed youth's voice was ancient beyond imagining, carrying the withered weight of years.
Old Man Celestial Fowl shuddered. He was an old hand even in the Spirit Realm, yet this youth dared speak to him like that.
Besides, the way Temporal Light seemed to coil around the youth was rather like...
"So it's you, my lord!"
He immediately bowed. "I didn't know you were coming, my lord... I deserve a thousand deaths."
"You do deserve to die. That junior of mine died because you let him slip through your fingers... But I cannot blame you entirely."
The silver-robed youth—or rather, the Time-Shed Ancestor—spoke unhurriedly. "To meet a banished immortal and die fighting to the last was an honor for him. You wish to