In the Immortal Capital, one underworld official after another rushed toward the direction of the Young Master's Primordial Palace, urging wooden boats and charging into the darkness.
The Immortal Capital was vast with numerous ghosts and gods managing its various affairs. This was an underworld governance system left over from the True King Era. Even though the Ten Yama Kings had been replaced entirely, this governance system still had not collapsed and continued to operate efficiently.
Facing the brave and fiercely charging army of underworld officials, even Du Yiran when restored to his peak state, even the Black Pot, even the boat girl who had occupied the red-haired ghost's physical body, and even the three judges found it extremely strenuous.
Everyone was forced to approach the Primordial Palace, with only Du Yiran guarding the forehead of the Huo Dou alone to prevent the talisman on its forehead from being peeled off by someone.
He was, after all, an existence of the Great Ascension stage with extremely strong combat power. Facing the encirclement of numerous underworld officials, he was actually able to block them without retreating a single step!
However, his pressure was also growing heavier. Earlier he had been full of high spirits, feeling as though he had returned to the age of twenty and could handle any expert in the world—even underworld ghosts, gods, and judges. But now he only felt as though he were an old skeleton lying under the waterfall in front of the mountain, watching the sunset and waiting to die.
Fighting until now, he was truly exhausted. He felt as though his two arms were hung with two huge mountains, incomparably heavy, and felt that his vital energy and blood rushed through his body like a river. Urging them felt extremely sluggish, and the Void