The purple mountain stood magnificently, like a pillar supporting the heavens, towering over the vast expanse of red earth, displaying its grand presence.
The old Daoist stood in the void, his back to the purple mountain, facing the distance. "You should come out too," he said. "Or do you want me to send each one of you away?"
His eyes were pale golden, his body like bronze—strong and powerful. His ancient Daoist robe fluttered, lacking the demeanor of a celestial Daoist but instead resembling an immortal, unparalleled Demon King, instilling awe.
"CHII!"
Two golden threads shot out from his eyes, forcing five figures out of the distant sky, all in dire straits. It was evident the old Daoist didn't intend to harm them; otherwise, they would have been in grave danger.
Among them were four elders. These men were ancient, with most of
their teeth missing. They were gaunt, almost emaciated, their bald heads bearing only a few sparse strands of hair.
