“So, you’re finally out?”

The moment Xu Qing stepped out of the vortex between the two stone pillars, he heard someone speaking to him, calmly and without any hint of emotion in their voice. He looked up. The truth was that he had already been expecting this thanks to his shadow. But to see it with his own eyes caused his heart to sink.

Before, there had been more than a thousand Seazombie cultivators standing guard over this area, but now they were off in the distance, bowing in obeisance.

In their place was a single person. It was a young man wearing a golden imperial robe. However, he did not have an imperial crown on his head. His skin did not have any necrotic patches, and his aura was deep and profound. In fact, his eyes seemed to twinkle with starlight. Though he wasn’t as good-looking as Xu Qing, he seemed to exude a noble air, the type that would make him the center of attention wherever he went. He sat atop a huge crimson mushroom, looking coldly at Xu Qing. Floating next to him was a black cloud, imprisoned within which was Xu Qing’s iron skewer. Patriarch Golden Vajra...