The full moon hangs mid-air, a golden silken rain silently falling to the ground.
Somewhere deep in the southwest mountains of Yizhou, the mist is thick and vaporous.
At a certain moment, the gray-white mist suddenly coalesces, transforming into the vague figure of a tall and lean old man. He wears a dark red cloak, his eyes narrow and his eyebrows ink green, giving him an eerie appearance.
He reaches out to press a tree as thick as five people embracing, and listens intently.
A gentle breeze sweeps through, the rustling leaves seem to carry scattered words hidden within them.
"Nine Peaks Mountain..."
"Three thousand miles..."
"Two thousand Human Demons..."
"The strongest Human Demon, comparable to Mysterious Heavenly Transformation cultivation? Tsk!"
The old man's eyebrow raises.
Choosing such a remote place to land was to pick an easy target. It's convenient for possession and rebirth, making it easier to infiltrate the ranks of the Human Demons.
