In a certain courtyard.
Several servants knelt respectfully.
A young man stood before them.
After several rounds of probing,
he confirmed that no one else could see the Scroll before him.
The young man in moon-white robes raised his hand, preparing to silence them forever. Then he reconsidered. This body possessed no Dharma Power, and Spiritual Vitality was scarce here.
With a thought, he waved the other servants away.
A faint smile hung at his lips, and delight flashed in his eyes. "What tremendous Creation."
"An alternative kind of body seizure?"
"Doesn't seem like it either. I feel perfectly fused with this body. Even its Destiny—if I did not know my own background, I might truly believe that I am this Yang Huai'an."
Delight repeatedly flashed through the young man's eyes.
"This does not seem illusory. Nor does it seem like an illusion realm."
"Since it is the Word of Reincarnation, I must have entered a cycle of Reincarnation."
A glimmer of demonic light flickered in "Yang Huai'an's" eyes.
He had always been a prodigy of the Demonic Path.
At first, this Immortal Continent had appeared steeped in ethereal immortal mist.
To be honest,
when the sects had planned to send people in, quite a few prodigies had not been willing to come.
After all, this place looked utterly unrelated to the Demonic Path.
Who knew what accidents might await after entering?
What if that Primordial Era Great Immortal hated evil as bitterly as an enemy, the sort who would never spare anyone from the Demonic Path?
If they went in, they would be like meat buns thrown to dogs—gone forever.
Quite a few people had muttered like that back then.
But after a revelation of heavenly secrets emerged,
the prodigies beneath the Six Demonic Sects immediately changed their tune.