A crimson rain drizzled down from the sky.
The rain struck the shattered walls and broken ruins, rustling softly.
Formless Mountain's gate had long since become unrecognizable. The once graceful peaks had been broken away by more than half beneath that single blow.
Only bare foundations remained, looking especially desolate beneath the crimson rain.
Figures knelt all across the ground.
Whether they were elders who usually stood Gao Gao above all others, or inner disciples who thought themselves Gao, all of them now lowered their heads and trembled toward the Azure Sea Palace above the heavens.
The Azure Sea Palace hung amid the clouds, yet it did not waver in the slightest because of the devastation below.
The old Daoist sat cross-legged at its center.
He turned a deaf ear to the disciples' kowtowing below.
As though the life or death of Formless Mountain did not concern him at all.
After a long while.
The old Daoist slowly opened his eyes, turning his head slightly as his gaze settled upon the young woman below.
Their eyes met.
Jiang Yuechu felt her heart tighten.
That feeling.
It was not the fear of being targeted by a powerful being, but the naked sensation of being seen through completely.
It was as if, beneath those aged eyes, everything within her—including the secret of the Hundred Demons Register—had nowhere to hide.
The old Daoist studied her closely.
His gaze traveled from head to toe, examining every inch of her.
A hint of regret actually appeared in his eyes.
"How many years has it been?"
"Ever since this old Daoist sat here in silence, watching clouds unfurl and gather, watching tides rise and fall, I have forgotten how many sixty-year cycles have passed."
"This stagnant pool that is the Eastern Region has not stirred up