Dao Ling's gaze settled on the golden barrier, its radiant brilliance seeming to taunt them from afar. He couldn't help but grin, a spark of anticipation igniting in his eyes. "The time has come," he declared, his voice resonating with a chilling confidence. "The Divine Realm, once a sanctuary for those pitiful gods, shall soon become our playground."
He reached into the folds of his robe and retrieved a compass-like artifact, its surface etched with intricate symbols and patterns. It pulsated with otherworldly energy, a dark aura swirling around its edges. This was the Netherworld Compass, a Primordial-rank artifact capable of bending the fabric of reality itself.
If Yun Lintian were here, he would be surprised to see the compass. It was obviously the long-lost Netherworld artifact.
"Behold," Dao Ling announced, holding the compass aloft, "the key to our conquest."
