The Black Sky was like a prison, and in the distance, streaks of blood-colored thunder slashed across the sky.
At the edge of heaven, it seemed as if a colossal figure was drifting and roaring.
Atop the ruined and broken mountain that had been reduced to ruins, an old Taoist priest, half his figure stained with blood, sat on an enormous white bone skull. He took the gourd from his waist, tilted his head back for a hearty drink, smacked his lips, and exhaled a spicy breath.
Rumble, rumble...
Suddenly, the half-squinted eyes of the old Taoist priest burst open.
He stood up and looked in one direction, the mana within his body nearly out of control, surging towards the heavens. In a trance, it was like Mount Cang's Sunset, faintly emitting a pale golden light.
"Finally, the day has come, when my Sunset Sect will have another Tao Realm master!" the old Taoist priest grinned, with a gleam twinkling in his eyes.
