The affairs here were settled.
Su Changsheng did not return to Yin Islet. Instead, he sought out a Heavenly River Tributary relatively close to Immortal City, found an island within it, and began cultivating in seclusion.
After advancing to the Yao Emperor level, he needed plenty of time to digest this surge in strength.
As a result, he had instead returned to the state he had once been in when he was weak, cultivating diligently every day and reaping gains daily. Without realizing it, he became immersed in this state, unable to pull himself away.
Meanwhile, at a sheer cliff in the southwestern outskirts of Chang'an, the Human City in Fallen Dragon Ridge.
Ancient trees towered here, covered in ice and snow, standing apart from the world.
Today, the Human Lord had changed into snow-white clothes, with a sachet at his waist and the Linglong Sword hanging at his side. Holding a White Jade Fan, he looked like a noble young gentleman of the Human Race, refined and easygoing.
He sat opposite a member of the Demon Race with a starlight crown, purple robes, and imposing horns, playing a game with stones.
This Yao was none other than Green Mountain Yao King.
The aura he exuded now was unfathomably profound, with faint traces of rules emerging. He seemed to have already stepped into the Half-Step Yao Emperor level, his strength impossible to gauge.
Not only that, judging by his condition, a lethal threat could also be sensed deep within the core of his Yao Body.
This fellow's strength was by no means as simple as it appeared.
"I was wondering why a crow came to my door today. So an unwelcome guest was coming. The illustrious face of Angsu Yao Grotto, Green Mountain Yao King, who strikes fear into so