Within Gouchen Palace, the air of slaughter had condensed into something almost tangible. Even with Su Che's cultivation of today, he felt a trace of chill.
How formidable. This did not even compare to the true Ancient Heavenly Court of old—it was merely a scene fashioned by an Earth Immortal, yet it possessed such majesty?
Su Che looked toward the pitch-black palace gates, his heart unsettled.
Yet an acquaintance walked out from within.
He wore a Daoist robe, his hair gathered in a topknot, his features so ethereal that he seemed like an immortal. Whenever he met someone, a three-part smile came naturally to his face.
He was truly handsome and upright, wholly unlike the smooth and worldly figure he would become later.
"An immortal from the lower realm enters the hall to pay respects to Your Majesty."
Su Che hurriedly responded and followed him inside.
Though he knew this man was not the one he knew, but merely a phantom outlined here, it was enough to ease much of the panic in Su Che's heart.
This man was simply too familiar. Who else could he be but the Yin-Yang Dharma King?
Seeing this old senior, Su Che sighed inwardly.
If the Ancient Heavenly Court had not fallen back then, what heights might he have reached? He might well have claimed a seat among the Earth Immortals.
But spilled water could not be gathered again.
The Yin-Yang Dharma King had been a disciple of the Ancient Black Emperor, always attending at her side. Even when the Ancient Heavenly Court fell, he had remained so.
Since the Yin-Yang Dharma King was here, did that mean the Ancient Black Emperor's honorific within the Heavenly Court had been Great Emperor Gouchen?
At this thought, Su Che felt as though the clouds had parted.