Fifteen minutes earlier.
The Sword of Immortal Slaying had just departed from the edge of the Chaos Domain, leaving behind Daoist Yang Chun and a gathering of immortals at the scene, some expressing regret, others secretly gloating.
Among them, Daoist Yang Chun himself sneered coldly several times.
Suddenly, his gaze flickered and narrowed slightly.
A wisp of his spiritual consciousness drifted out from his body, wandering beyond the heavens.
This wisp of consciousness was drawn by the pervasive dragon aura circulating around the Mountains and Seas Realm and led to a mystical, mysterious, and chaotic space.
This particular space was enveloped in gray-white hues.
There were palaces and flowers, but everything was inverted, distorted, and abstract, completely drained of color, resembling a shadow puppet play in only black and white.
Within a pavilion that stood high and surrounded by hanging pearl curtains sat a figure, motionless in meditation.