Nine Yang took a single step out of the Nine Marvels Small Realm. The world was instantly thrown into turmoil as a suffocating, oppressive feeling descended from the sky above.
Yang Jing's body was housed within Nine Yang's chest, positioned before its fifth vertebra.
He had set up a control platform there; as long as he held the Command Talisman, he could pilot Nine Yang from this spot.
'It seems the Demon Saint from the Outer Realm sensed Nine Yang's birth long ago.'
Piloting Nine Yang, Yang Jing looked to the heavens and could sense a terrifying Demon Intent brewing. Fortunately, they were in the North Pole Heaven, a desolate place devoid of all life. Otherwise, an untold number of people would have been silently corrupted by Demon Contamination.
This Demon Intent grew ever thicker, transforming into an inky blackness that dyed the sky an unsettling, pitch-black color.
Yang Jing closed his eyes, relying entirely on Nine Yang's senses to perceive the situation outside.
