Tian Ling crossed the portal to the Mythic Realm, but his mind was still in turmoil from the recent battle with the Green Demon. Although he had emerged victorious, the cost had been higher than expected. The exhaustion from draining nearly all his spiritual Qi left him uneasy. Even with victory, the satisfaction he expected was missing. Something didn't feel right.
As soon as he stepped into the Mythic Realm, the atmosphere shifted abruptly. An oppressive sense of danger enveloped him, freezing him in place. His eyes instinctively rose, and he stood paralyzed by the sight in front of him.
Above him floated a man, like a figure out of an ancient legend. The black cloak, adorned with subtle purple engravings, shimmered faintly, as though woven from darkness itself. The man's silver hair swayed gently, defying gravity. His effortless movement through the air was both mesmerizing and terrifying, as if he belonged to a realm beyond mortal comprehension.