Nannan stood there silently, and the big toad slipped from her hands at some point, dropping to the ground.
This toad was scared out of its wits and did not dare to make a single move.
Nannan widened her eyes as scene after scene flowed and swept through her mind.
The Benevolent Lord possessed extraordinary wisdom and solved cases like a god, and he had also sensed the ill-intentioned prying eyes coming from the Yang World.
A great upheaval had occurred in the Yang World. The True King who had invited him from the Huaxia Divine Continent had already passed away, the Empress had also gone missing, and all the gods of state and land in the Yang World had vanished without a trace, leaving only these ghosts and deities to still govern the Underworld and strive to maintain its order.
At that time, certain factions in the Yang World attempted to control the Underworld, seizing power to make their own noble families even more powerful.
The Benevolent Lord perceived this and warned the other Nine Yama Kings. Yet the upheaval still happened; first the Yin commanders disappeared one by one, and later judges, assistant judges, merit officials, Tai Ao, and other ghosts and deities also met with foul play.
Many, many unfamiliar faces were planted into the netherworld—those were people from the Thirteen Noble Families.
Fortunately, those factions in the Yang World dared not act directly due to limited strength, so they could only nibble away step by step.
By a thousand or more years ago, their wings had grown full, and they finally made their move against the Ten Yama Kings. Layer after layer of hell, hall after hall of Yama, fell one after another.
The Benevolent Lord was isolated and helpless. The factions of the Thirteen Noble