On top of Mount Meru…
Tony stood in wait for the Tang Zi.
The swirling purple vortex appeared once again.
Thunderous cracks of black and golden lightning boomed through the thin air, making the ground beneath the old stone altar shake violently.
Elsa, who was sitting quietly near Tony's feet with complete, brainwashed devotion, instinctively lowered her head as the terrifying pressure from the upper realm returned.
Through the glittering tear in reality, Tang Zi stepped out with absolute grace. His pearl-like skin shimmered faintly under the harsh mountain light, and the tiny galaxies swirling inside his eyes seemed to glow even brighter than before.
He floated down effortlessly, his long embroidered sleeves fluttering in the freezing wind, before his feet gently touched the moss-covered stone platform.
