Northern Plains.
Tushan Central Court, Dark Demon Palace.
A green-clothed youth seated upon the Six Dao Throne opened his eyes.
His gaze was clear-cut in black and white, deep as the night sky but without the fullness of vicissitudes, still harboring a naive curiosity towards the Immortal Path.
"Not bad."
"At least my broken house didn't collapse, so I don't have to start by surviving in the wilderness."
Jiang Ding slowly rose from the Six Dao Throne and sighed softly, "It's just that I don't know how many familiar people are left in this world, how many familiar faces I can still see at a glance."
He didn't do anything but turned around to gaze at the six unstable whirlpools atop the Six Dao Throne.
