Xu Xuan had been in closed-door cultivation for a hundred years, still twenty years shy of the two sixty-year periods he mentioned.
Northern Lands, Yellow Springs Gate.
The towering mountain pierced into the clouds with rolling black mist. This was the headquarters of the Yellow Springs Gate, yet not a single ghost or ghoul was in sight. The once common scene of "demonic aura piercing the sky, ghosts and ghouls like clouds" had disappeared, replaced by a cold and desolate land of death.
Boom!
Suddenly, the mountain collapsed, and deep ravines spread like a spider web in all directions.
After the mountain crumbled, a gigantic Demon King appeared.
Standing a thousand zhang tall, his blood-red skin resembled that of a flayed man, with broad shoulders carrying nine heads with flaming red hair and eyes. Each head had a thousand eyes, spewing Demonic Fire from hell out of their mouths. He had nine hundred and ninety-nine arms and eight legs.
Roar!!!
