Deep within the Demon Tomb.
Thirty-four Demon Saints stared at the young man who had casually risen to his feet, their expressions a mixture of shock and suspicion as they tried to make sense of the situation.
High above, a True Phoenix gazed down, wisps of Chaos Qi drifting around its body. It was accompanied by phantom images of Great Realms and grand eras. These phantoms would occasionally collide, realms grinding against one another, producing a deafening roar.
They were staring at Lu Xuan, and Lu Xuan was staring back at them.
'Interesting.'
Lu Xuan's gaze swept across the thirty-four Demon Saints before finally resting on the True Phoenix high above. He paused for a moment, a flicker of recognition in his eyes.
Looking closer, he had a sudden realization.
'Is this... the little fellow who used to pull my carriage?'
