The land which was pouring with the blood of the Ancient Emperor was filled with the precinct of Ancient Trees. Without anyone noticing, the shadow of a man with a yellow robe and tassels that covered his face appeared. He stared at Sha Wujing quietly. Despite Sha Wujing being a legend and experiencing the Pilgrimage to the West, he still trembled with fear. The scepter in his hand turned into a real dragon accompanied with the sound of copper rings intertwining, and it isolated out a world with its own heaven and earth.
At this moment, the figure of the emperor suddenly stepped forward, and the glimmer which was shining from his eyes passed through the tassels.
