Three years later.
Desolate Heaven Domain, Supreme Royal Heaven, atop a great peak within a primordial dense forest.
Four figures stood there, their robes fluttering in the wind as they gazed sharply down upon the vast land in the distance, their eyes filled with longing for ancient treasures.
Roar~
A Red Lion covered head to toe in Dao talismans let out a low howl. A vicious scar ran across its face, making it look exceptionally ferocious.
That scar had been inflicted by the Immortal Tomb Corpse Skin. It was a permanent wound.
Unless it died, it could never be erased. It contained terrifying ancient corpse qi; the fact that it had survived could only be attributed to its considerable cultivation.
It was also because of that terrifying experience that the Red Lion had learned its lesson. It had covered itself all over with Dao talismans capable of restraining the Immortal Tomb Corpse Skin, Corpse Puppets, and the like—three layers within and three layers without.
Its gaze gradually shifted toward a middle-aged fatty clad in a yellow Daoist robe, its eyes brimming with deep distrust.
Beside the fatty stood a swordsman in a straw cape, a Silver Void Longsword cradled in his arms.
Half his head was concealed beneath a bamboo hat, revealing a pair of profound pupils that could not conceal their air of pretentiousness—the sort that made people want to beat him to death.
Especially the stubble he had neglected for so long; it added an air of weathered vicissitude to him.
Though it only made people want to give him an even worse beating...
Behind the three figures stood a woman dressed in neat, practical attire.
Her expression was as tranquil as water, but strange objects hung from her wrists, ankles, neck, and waist. At first glance, they