Night.
Crows dispersed in flight, their blood-stained feathers drifting down.
The Taoist strode forth through the boundless darkness, Extreme Origin stirring within him, casually shredding every ghostly being he encountered along the way.
No heretical power could even slightly hinder the Taoist's progress.
"Weak, weak, weak."
"A bunch of trash, how can you be so pathetic? Such methods truly disappoint me."
The Taoist looked up and around, and after discarding the corpse of a beast that had just bristled like a boar's bristles, he arrogantly leapt on one leg and soared into the skies.
Endless light shattered the darkness, mountains and rivers appeared, and suddenly, a window in a distant village was pushed open a crack by a little child with a topknot, who, with mouth agape, watched the Taoist streaking across the sky and couldn't help but cry out,
"Mommy, look, an Immortal!"
