Three months passed like sand slipping through his fingers for Xuanyuan Mo Ze in the Lower Immortal Realm—gone in the blink of an eye.
Even upon awakening, he sensed the power gathering within him, as if awaiting the moment to shatter the final barrier.
Preparing for his ascension, he returned to his domain in the celestial realm. As the Ruler of this realm, he naturally wished to ascend here.
Seated cross-legged atop the mountain peak, he radiated an aura that rippled outward. About a hundred meters away, Qi Kang and the others stood guard.
Though they believed Hell's Lord's advancement should proceed without major issues, they still felt uneasy. Putting aside their own affairs, they had come to stand watch over Hell's Lord's final hurdle.
They believed that with Hell's Lord's strength, this ascension would surely proceed smoothly.
