Supreme Grandmaster, Devil Lord of All Living: Myriad Selves, a Heaven-Sent Opportunity for You!

[You focused your senses on your surroundings, but found only an empty haze. Your brow furrowed.]

[The newcomer's cultivation had to be above the Great Dao Golden Core. Had you not struck so quickly just now, blasting open the black fog with the Three Mountains Purple-Gold Light and detecting a faint ripple of vital energy nearby...]

[...you might never have discovered that he was following right behind you.]

[You could perceive the aura of Little Green Peak's peak master, yet you could make out no trace of this man. His realm had to be higher still.]

[Even so, you were not too worried. If he had come in his true body, he would not have acted this way. He must have his limitations.]

[And clearly, like you, he was an outsider, not the master of this place.]

[You ignored him and kept silent.]

[Only then did the voice sound again.]

["Did I hit a nerve? You don't seem pleased. It appears you aren't very broad-minded."]

[You merely said, "You aren't clever."]

[The newcomer was plainly taken aback. Then he laughed.]

["It's been many years since anyone said that to me."]

["You're wrong. I've always been clever."]

[You finally made out the voice of a young man. Seeing that nothing around you had changed, you said, "Clever people don't hide their faces."]

[Silence followed.]

[Then the black fog stirred gently, like gauze, and a figure walked slowly out.]

[He was a lean young man in an old-fashioned long robe beneath a brocade outer garment. His skin was fair, his temples lightly touched with gray, and his face unremarkable. Only his almond-shaped eyes stood out, curving as though he were smiling—or perhaps not—as if he were forever squinting at the world.]

[Once he stopped, he studied you with interest. "You... don't seem