[The Rightful Emperor].
Lu Yang settled into the grand armchair. In the blink of an eye, he entered the dark place, and then, sensing the Dao fruit, very quickly, a black-robed Daoist emerged from the darkness.
"Hm. It's you?"
Upon seeing Lu Yang, the black-robed Daoist was momentarily stunned, then said with astonishment, "Years without a glimpse, and I thought you, Daoist friend, had long since perished out there."
"Enough with the jabbering."
Lu Yang grinned, cracking his knuckles.
"Lest you say I lack immortal virtue—come, I'll let you strike first. Let me see just how much skill you still have."
At these words, the black-robed Daoist immediately burst into laughter.
"When you, Daoist friend, dueled with the first orifice version of me last time, you only survived because of that set of mystical arts, all tough-hide and beating-endurance. If not for the unique nature of [Pine and Cypress Wood], you likely couldn’t have even crossed the first orifice. And now you dare to spout such wild boasts?"
"Is that so?"
Lu Yang formed a hand seal, and an illusory sphere of light shaped like a fruit suddenly appeared at his brow, flowing with Great Dao Talismans. The divine mysteries of three Dao fruits were perfectly combined.