Chapter 1165: Without an Heir
What the Ghost Clan might do remained unknown.
Most of the Ten Clans held ambiguous attitudes.
After all, they had more or less heard of—or even witnessed—Tu Shan Jun's strength in the Demon Abyss. The terrifying destructive power of a single hammer shattering an entire domain made no one want such a person waging war on their own territory, so they fell silent instead.
The chaos beneath the overcast skies subsided, and the underworld grew peaceful as well.
Yet beneath that peace, countless undercurrents still surged.
Fog.
The sun of the underworld was hazy and indistinct, making Mount Luo Capital seem ever taller. In a daze, it resembled a pillar holding up the heavens, its palace halls stretching in rows like divine palaces in the sky.
The strange beast crouched upon the eaves twitched its eyes, then swooped down, pierced the clouds and tore through the misty light. It suddenly spread its wings, gliding a thousand miles before flapping again and streaking toward the great city.
Built against Mount Luo Capital, it stretched ten thousand miles around, with countless commoners within its walls.
It had changed even more ever since the underworld required the families of officials to relocate to Luo Capital City.
The great city of Luo Capital had already become crowded. More than thirty satellite cities had been expanded, and satellite cities built further satellite cities, like stars in the heavens, one after another. Where there were more cities, there were more villages, and naturally more City God temples followed.
The City God of every region possessed considerable cultivation and had also passed rigorous examinations.
The old City God of Yellow Lotus Village often bragged that he had seen the Lord of the Underworld during the palace examination.
No one believed him.
How