Seven days later.
In the north of the human world, across the millions of miles long Shangqing Mountain Range, in front of Yuyang Mountain.
The ancient war chariot hovered in the sky, its light shining brighter than the sun and moon.
A Feather-robed Taoist, with an air of profound Tao enveloping him, held a jade box in both hands, standing at the peak of Yuyang Mountain.
"Your Majesty, the Shangqing Sect wishes to surrender, as the former dynasty's remnant has been executed."
Crack!
The jade box opened, revealing the head of a young man, his eyes carrying a dim golden glow.
"The former sect leader was a rebel against the sect; he has been stripped from the Shangqing Sect. I hope for Your Majesty's wise judgment."
"Sect child Chen Xian, as well as many disciples, also went to the human world to save the dying and help the injured, doing their utmost to quell the chaos of war."
"I hope Your Majesty can forgive the legacy of the Taoist Sovereign."
