One Man Quells the Chaos, Benefiting a Thousand Autumns

Outside Dong Xuan Gate, the Azure Sea joined the heavens.

Beneath a clear sky that stretched for ten thousand li, waves glittered, seagulls soared, and all was a scene of serenity and peace.

Several figures stood upon the coastal reefs, their auras harmonizing with heaven and earth. Without a careful look, they had almost merged into that vast scenery, difficult to detect.

"On this trip, Dao Lord, I wonder what the result will be?" Qi Yuan looked toward the towering mystic gate and spoke softly.

"Do not worry," Ao Cang replied from the side. "That fellow Daoist is no ordinary man. He never does anything he is not certain of."

Though he said this, the gravity on his face did not disperse. Nine Nether was, after all, the Devil Race's main camp. Since time immemorial, experts who had ventured deep within had almost never returned. It could be called perilous beyond measure.

Everyone present knew this perfectly well.

Even Gu Hanzhou, who had the greatest confidence in Shen Yun, spoke solemnly now. "With Dao Lord's ability, even if he encounters danger, if he wishes to leave, no one can keep him. If the timing is right, perhaps he can cut down a Devil Master."

Hearing these words, everyone nodded slightly, and a trace of expectation could not help but pass through their eyes.

Crash—

The sea wind brushed past, bringing a faint salty tang.

Just as the few of them were speaking in low voices, a layer of ripples suddenly spread across the surface of the silent mystic gate.

A tall, straight figure strolled out at an easy pace, sleeves drifting with the wind, his expression calm, as if he had merely returned from visiting a friend.

Everyone's spirits rose, and they immediately spoke in unison. "We respectfully welcome