Chen Yindu, you are undergoing the evil transformation as well. You will become the finest of all natural disasters! Jing Yushu smiled as he walked down from the teahouse, his voice echoing over.
Chen Yindu watched Jing Yushu walk into the distance, saying in a low voice, "If everyone turns into evil spirits, what will evil spirits eat? Evil spirits don't engage in production; they only know how to hunt. If they can't catch humans or other living creatures, they'll end up devouring each other. Little Ten, what kind of bewitching soup did you feed these fellows? But..."
His gaze grew sharp. "Since you are all so powerful, already half-immortals and immortal-like existences, why on earth did you make Little Ten—a ghost without a physical body—become your emperor back then?"
Especially the master of the azure ghost hand, whose power was boundless. Even Chen Yindu had no idea just how formidable that being's strength truly was.
When the Yin and Yang Worlds merged into one, the master of the ghost hand had subdued him with a single move!
Yet such a powerful existence had willingly and gladly revered the Chen Shi of that era as emperor. In Chen Yindu's eyes, there had to be a hidden story behind this.
"I wonder if Little Ten's seal is still holding firm." He felt a trace of anxiety.
Tingzhou, Gu County.
In the Underworld where mountains crisscrossed, a powerful and extraordinary ghost-god was entrenched amidst the peaks, raising its head to watch Fairy Xiaoduan bring Chen Shi flying into its territory.
This ghost-god stood a thousand feet tall and possessed many arms. Calling himself the Multi-armed Ghost King, he was a local lord who occupied numerous mountain tops and commanded a multitude of ghosts and monsters. In ordinary times, if any cultivator dared