In the distant west, on the White Tiger Continent, nestled among a range of undulating mountains, stood several enormous wooden palaces. These palaces, all built from massive logs, imparted a profound sense of awe to onlookers.
At the moment the Demon Lord ascended, people emerged from these wooden palaces.
Some of them were young, while others were old.
In every individual, however, there was an air of transcendence. A few of the elderly, in particular, had eyes brimming with the wisdom and vicissitudes of life.
Upon gazing at the endless firmament above, an elderly man remarked quietly, "Someone has ascended... Moreover, he appears to be incredibly powerful. Not even the Heavenly Tribulation could stop him."
"Could it be that person?" asked a man who seemed to be in his thirties with a grave voice.
Upon closer inspection, the eyes of this man also held signs of life's weariness, hinting that his actual age might be significantly more than he appeared.
