Time swiftly passes by, in the blink of an eye, decades have gone by.
South Sea, Panwang Island.
The island is desolate, with no array set up and no people.
Only at the center, on a high peak, can a solitary figure be seen.
The figure is imposing, sitting at the summit, as if merging with the mountain and stone.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
The Gang Wind howls, the clothes rustle, yet the person remains still, and the saber resting across their knees is equally silent.
Suddenly…
"Rumble, rumble!"
The wind and clouds change abruptly, a Great Dark Celestial appears.
"It's here!"
"Nascent Soul Phenomenon!"
"Quickly report to the Ancestor!"
The person at the peak remains motionless, while outside Panwang Island, Spirit Light rises, transmitting messages one after another.
No need for transmission, as the tribulation clouds gather, several demonic lights pierce the sky, landing outside the island with great momentum, revealing figures with overwhelming presence.
