Within formlessness, in the domain of postnatal heaven.
Boundless darkness stretched in every direction, without a single visible shape. The mysteries of [formlessness] and [Returning to Hidden] resonated here, as though this were the nothingness beyond the heavens.
One man sat alone here.
His features were strikingly handsome, yet tinged with demonic nature. Both eyes were pitch-black. He wore a green-black robe and a crown of black flame. His divine status was no longer whole; only an incomplete evil nature remained.
Devil Lord No Awareness.
His connection to the golden rank had been severed. Now, he was little different from an evil creature with golden nature, stripped of his lofty divine status.
"About time you showed yourself."
He raised his head and fixed his gaze ahead.
A ghost god abruptly descended before him. Formlessness Wind intertwined with shadows of the Gloomy Netherworld, resembling both "calamity blessing" and "hearing the nether." An indescribable primordial essence manifested here.
In his hands, the ghost god held a green-black banner covered in densely packed green-black demonic eyes, all shut as if drowsy. It was none other than the Withering Dharma Treasure, [Primordial Spirit Banner]. It had now changed hands!
"Fellow Daoist No Awareness."
Shi Xian's voice was cold and spectral, like ice. "Today marks our first meeting."
"A mere divine core, presuming to call himself my fellow Daoist-"
No Awareness sneered. Though he no longer possessed a heaven-spanning dharma form or the authority to command a great Dao, his essence still stood far above the other's.
He merely looked toward the boundless darkness behind Shi Xian, seemingly searching for something, and said coolly, "Have your master come see me!"
Having pursued the Dao for an entire lifetime and recently attained a great position, he did not consider this Venerated Deity's core qualified to negotiate.