“Is that really you, Uncle Feng?” Dumbstruck, Yuchi Tianhuang stared at the man with widened eyes.

Lu Yun looked between them, confounded.

“You’ve finally come, Tianhuang.” Fengbo’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “I’ve been waiting for you for the past hundred and fifty thousand years.”

With a wave of his hand, an elegant and exquisite palace replaced the surrounding darkness.

“Uncle Feng’s Wind God Palace...” murmured Yuchi Tianhuang.

“Please, take a seat.” Fengbo waved two chairs into existence and made a gesture of invitation.

“What’s going on? What happened?” Yuchi Tianhuang looked at Fengbo, dazed. “Are you not dead, Uncle Feng?”

“No, I am indeed dead.” Fengbo shook his head. “Leigong, Yushi, Fengbo… Both of my peers have...