The World Turns Gray

Wang Ming found himself in a strange place.

That was a boundless sea of crimson magma.

Wang Ming floated upon it leisurely on a chair as a raft.

The spiritual energy in the surroundings poured crazily into Wang Ming's body, increasing his cultivation.

"Master?" Wang Ming opened his eyes, and what met his sight was the alluring Fire Ghost King.

After leaving the Demon Realm and shaking off the attention of the God Realm, Wang Ming had slipped into the Ghost Realm.

Upon entering the Ghost Realm, he immediately conquered it to use as his foothold.

The process of conquering it had also been very smooth.

Even though she possessed a portion of the Authority of the Ghost Realm, Fire Ghost King's cultivation was still insufficient in the end, plus she had lost the Fire Pearl.

The most important thing was.

When Wang Ming left the Ghost Realm last time, he had left his weapon, Lifeshort, in the Ghost Realm.

Inside Lifeshort was a clone of Wang Ming.

Originally, Wang Ming's thought had been to quietly steal the World Authority of the nether Ghost Realm, but upon coming into contact with the World Authority of the nether Ghost Realm, Wang Ming felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a lump of shit.

That World Authority of the nether Ghost Realm required the Ghost Race for the Ghost Realm to grant recognition, and only upon gaining that recognition could one refine it.

If he were a native living being, he would naturally be willing to discard his physical body to become the true king of this Ghost Realm.

However,

Wang Ming had a great and bright future, so why would he do such a thing?

Moreover, after studying it in depth for a period of time, Wang Ming discovered that