And at this moment.
In a Secret Realm within the Divine Domain, outside a thatched cottage.
An eerie elder clad in a grey robe was cultivating with a rare, slight smile on his face.
"Having devoured the remnants of grey mist from this realm, I've finally managed to regrow it..."
He quietly glanced down, his old eyes filled with contentment.
Damn that dog behind the Giant Bronze Gate—it was truly shameless.
It bit one off, leaving me as a one-testicled old man for far too long...
Fortunately, being an entity of my level, I am able to regrow parts of my body.
This period, my clone has been dispatched all over to absorb the grey mist. In a sense, it was also to compensate for my own solitude...
"Hmm? No, that's not right..."
"My origins left in the outer world, have actually been destroyed?"
Surprise flitted across his face as he pondered:
"How can there be such an existence in the Yang Realm?"
As he thought, a layer of obscure grey mist flitted across his face.