「Qingyao Continent, Yuzhou.」
"...Your Majesty, you've returned?"
In the Royal Capital of the Da Xia Divine Dynasty, within a hidden inner hall, several trusted Zong Elders were bowing to Xia Qingying on the throne.
Xia Qingying, looking somewhat dejected, waved her hand and asked, "Has the chaos in Shunzhou been pacified yet?"
"Your Majesty, Daoist Monarch Qianhuan has used the flesh, blood, and souls of countless Cultivators to successfully open the gate to that Ancient Secret Realm, allowing what was inside to cross over."
An old man with graying hair and beard, dressed in a purple and cyan brocade robe, spoke with a grave expression.
The color drained from Xia Qingying's beautiful face. "He actually succeeded? Then... isn't he afraid of letting the wolf in the door?"
