There was far more happening on Broad South Mountain than Song Chao simply attaining the Dao and emerging from his old form.
Golden morning light flashed past. Centered on the ancient pine in the mountains, a peculiar current of pure spiritual energy rose into the sky and spread outward. Most of the clouds shrouding Broad South Mountain dispersed, leaving only a few above the mountain transformed into rainbow clouds.
There was no thunder, no howling gale, no other tribulation. Or perhaps the waiting and trials of those long ages had been the tribulation itself.
Wave after wave of pure energy rose, stirring a spiritual qi tide throughout the Broad South Mountain region. To someone of Yi Shuyuan's cultivation, the signal could not have been clearer.
Huang Hongchuan's arrival had been expected, but Yi Shuyuan's appearance was an especially delightful surprise for Old Pine. The moment they met, Huang Hongchuan foresaw that others would come from all directions to offer congratulations.
A plant spirit like Song Chao, who had cultivated for so many years, had long been trapped within his old body. Once he broke those shackles, his cultivation would advance a thousand miles a day. He might well already count as a Great Demon ruling over a region.
Even the Celestial Court of this realm would show him some courtesy.
Today, Old Pine, who had never shown his edge, allowed himself a little display.
Although a modest show of cultivation was necessary in the Demon Realm, that was not today's purpose. Broad South Mountain had not been lively in a long time, and now that Mr. Yi had returned, there was nothing wrong with everyone celebrating.
And so an ancient painting was hung from the old pine tree. Song Chao cast his spell while Huang Hongchuan shifted the mountain's contours