High above the Celestial Palace.
Fang Cheng sat cross-legged in the void, visualizing every minute detail from his first encounter with the Demon Lord's avatar.
Not far away in the void, a ball of spiritual light materialized out of thin air. A human figure slowly took shape within it.
A moment later, a young-looking man in a white shirt stepped out.
The young man did not look old, yet he possessed a dignified bearing, as if he held the life and death of countless beings in his hands.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his temperament elegant and free. The aura around him was faint, almost ordinary, yet it carried a heart-stopping sense of danger.
Fang Cheng's Cultivation was far beyond what it once was, but facing the Demon Lord manifested by the Spirit Ruins Treasure Realm, he still felt a sense of powerlessness.
With a sharp cry, he appeared before the white-shirted young man and threw a punch, unleashing a thunderous boom that ripped through the air.
