Three years later.
Desolate Heaven Domain, Ultimate Dao Imperial Heaven, atop a great peak within a primordial dense forest.
Four figures stood there, their robes snapping in the wind as they gazed sharply down at the vast land in the distance, their eyes filled with yearning for ancient treasures.
Roar—
A red lion covered from head to toe in Dao talismans gave a low growl. A vicious scar ran across its face, making it look exceptionally ferocious.
That scar had been inflicted by the Immortal Tomb Corpse Skin. It was a permanent wound.
Unless it died, it could never be erased. It contained terrifying ancient corpse qi; the fact that it had survived could only be credited to its considerable cultivation.
It was also because of that horrifying experience that the red lion had learned its lesson. It had hung every kind of Dao talisman capable of restraining Immortal Tomb Corpse Skin, corpse puppets, and the like all over itself—three layers within and three layers without.
Its gaze gradually shifted to a middle-aged fat man dressed in a yellow Daoist robe, its eyes brimming with distrust!
Beside the fat man stood a swordsman in a straw rain cape, a Silver Void Longsword cradled in his arms.
Half his head was hidden beneath a conical hat, revealing a pair of profound pupils that could not conceal their unbearably pretentious air—the kind that made people want to beat him to death.
Especially the stubble he had not tended to in ages, which added an air of weathered desolation to him.
Though it only made people want to beat him up even more...
Behind the three figures stood a woman dressed in neat, practical clothes.
Her expression was as tranquil as water, but strange objects hung from her wrists, ankles, neck, and waist.