A man dressed in a white linen robe, his face alternating between youthful and aged, was slumped on the octagonal platform in the center of the Four-colored Lake.
The man's eyes were lifeless, his face bearing an expression as if his body had been hollowed out, and he muttered to himself.
"So many years, so many years, if it weren't for the last time it was too exhausting, how could I be scooped up by someone's spoon today..."
"Damn it, are all those cultivators in the Lower Realm..."
As he spoke, his expression turned to anger and shame, and he suddenly sprang up.
A burst of black energy exploded in all directions!
The moment the black energy appeared.
The previously calm waters of the lake surrounding the octagonal platform suddenly whipped into frenzy, spewing wind, fire, and bursts of azure lightning!
Seeing this, the man slumped back onto the platform with a decisive motion.
The black energy that had just spread out was reabsorbed into his body in a blink of an eye.
