Another five days passed.
It had now been half a month since the last descent of the Yin Gods.
The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth grew ever denser, faintly surpassing that of the Dao Prosperity Era, with signs of returning to the Glorious Great Era.
That day, a spiritual power tide arose outside Northern Ridge. The sky turned a dazzling array of colors, and a massive vortex devoured the spiritual resonance from all directions, drawing countless astonished onlookers.
Half a day later, the tide dispersed, and two figures walked out of it.
One wore robes whiter than snow and stood tall and straight, with sword-like brows and deep-set eyes. His sharply defined face was utterly expressionless, yet he carried an air of melancholy and deep affection. Whoever he looked at, his gaze held a faint sadness and longing, as though he were looking at an old friend he had not seen in years.
"Holy shit! Who are you, handsome?"
"Is that... the King of Reincarnation?"
"He doesn't really look like him. He's so much younger, and so much more handsome. So the King of Reincarnation we thought was already so handsome was actually still in his battle-damaged form!"
"Whoa! Suddenly I don't want to fight anymore. I'd be fine just running away with the King of Reincarnation and living a quiet life..." A young female King-Level clasped her cheeks as she spoke, utterly lovestruck.
"Heh, sure, you'd be fine. But with one less Dao Master, the rest of us would just wait to die, right?"
"Keep dreaming."
"..."
Luo Li, on the other hand, had not changed much. His face and build still resembled a little girl's, but he had grown increasingly imposing. Standing there quietly, he seemed like an emperor, making people afraid to look directly at him,