Meanwhile, in the far north of the Ten Thousand Demon Continent, countless miles away from the Central Dynasty, within an ice canyon in Hanzhou covered in perpetual white, thick dark mist roils like viscous ink.
If someone who entered the Demon Abyss a decade ago were here, they would immediately recognize this canyon as the entrance to the Demon Abyss at that time.
In a clearing deep within the canyon, an elder with silver hair, wearing a slightly yellowed face and a blue scholar's robe, stands suspended in the air.
The whistling cold wind, carrying a mass of black qi, beats against the elder's robe, creating a sharp rustling sound.
Above his head, a gray vortex, about a yard in size, slowly rotates, continuously emitting strands of thick black qi.
The elder murmurs low and cryptic spells while his hands move continuously, occasionally casting a magical incantation that vanishes into the gray vortex in a flash.
