After Lan Yi left, the hall grew still quieter and emptier.
Qinglü, High Cultivator, reached into her robes and took out a smooth, lustrous jade slip, respectfully presenting it with both hands.
"This contains everything I saw and heard on my journey to Azure Radiance Mountain. Please review it, my lord."
Yang Xuantian lightly beckoned from within his sleeve, and the jade slip flew into his palm. His vast spiritual sense swept over it, and in an instant, he grasped every secret within, along with the causes and consequences of all that had happened.
After a long while, he rubbed the jade slip with his fingertips. His gaze flickered, and he gave a faint chuckle.
"That reclusive elder certainly possessed heaven-shaking methods. He sacrificed four demon kings in an attempt to defy fate and live another lifetime, breaking through his realm and undergoing a transformation."
"But I wonder—did he succeed in the end?"
Qinglü, High Cultivator, lowered her head and replied:
"The master of Azure Radiance Peak possessed powers that touched the mysteries of creation, and his plans reached far into the future."
"After this sacrifice, only the Demon King Taotie of the East Devil Palace retained a wisp of his divine soul, narrowly escaping with a chance to reincarnate through Soul Seizure."
"The other three demon kings had long since lost every trace of their blood essence and divine souls. All that remained were a few broken bones and scraps of ruined hide."
Yang Xuantian nodded slightly, lost in thought.
A moment later, he changed the subject. A trace of amused curiosity crossed his eyes as he asked softly:
"I hear you took a disciple on this journey down the mountain?"
He paused briefly, looking at Qinglü, High Cultivator, who had always remained aloof and detached and never readily