In the Demon Realm, fog lingered on a steep mountain. A cave abode was located at the peak of the mountain.
Sigh. A man in a white feathered robe stood by a pool in the cave abode. He sighed as he watched the fish swimming in the pool.
"The opening of the demon sage passageway can be both a boon and bane for me," muttered the white-robed man softly. "I've cultivated for 500 years and reached the Heaven Earth realm. My Essence Soul is my forte. I believe I can become an Imperial Lord within 1,000 years, but I'm now forced to head into Archean Eon Realm for a battle to the death. If we succeed, we will reap great benefits. If we fail, everything will be for naught.
