On top of this mountain peak, a pavilion stands surrounded by mystical vapors, resembling a Realm of the Fairy God, countless Heaven and Earth Essence Qi transformed into the vapor, hard to discern. Yin Yang Ancestor wearing a Yin Yang Robe sits quietly there, Yin and Yang hues intertwining in his eyes, gazing into the distance as if calculating the changes of the world, Yin Yang Qi floating behind him.
The seemingly ethereal and intangible Yin Yang Qi hides a powerful killing intent, beside him stands an armored man with the appearance of a middle-aged man, holding a long spear, his aura of slaughter reaching the heavens.
"You have followed me for so many years, rising from insignificance to today, just one step away from becoming a Daoist Monarch. If I can advance further in this grand calamity, I will surely help you become a Daoist Monarch." Yin Yang Ancestor withdrew his gaze, looked at the middle-aged man beside him, and spoke.
