Inside the secret chamber of the Prehistoric Dynasty directly beneath Spirit Mountain Pool at the heart of the Spirit Mountain Range, completely opposite First Mountain.
Yu Ming lounged sideways upon the imperial throne, seriously flipping through a book titled "Imperial Scripture" in his right hand.
"Interesting. This method of tempering one's consciousness is quite interesting. No wonder it belonged to an expert who brought Hell Messengers to the pinnacle..."
Yu Ming flipped through the book with one hand while holding a cup of Sovereign Wine in the other. It had been brewed by the royal chef using spirit fruits stored in the dynasty's treasury. A small sip could invigorate the soul, while a full cup could reinforce its foundation.
At that moment, Yu Ming seemed to sense something. He closed the "Imperial Scripture," rose to his feet, and felt the disturbance coming from an extremely distant part of the underworld. His consciousness could now spread across half the continent of the underworld.
"Hell Wardens, the place of origin, and Zhang Chen is there too... Hmm, I should take a look."
Yu Ming walked through the center of the palace. The consciousness forms of the generals and ministers on both sides remained kneeling on both knees in submission.
"Crack, crack!" Yu Ming rolled his shoulders.
He slowly walked toward the enormous stone doors and gradually removed the dragon robe draped over him. As the golden robe fell away from Yu Ming, it transformed on its own into a golden dragon that swallowed clouds and exhaled mist. It floated with its massive body before shrinking and coiling beside the throne's armrest.
"The time is about right. Those Hell Wardens have begun their final struggle. I should check on Zhang Chen. The Realm of the Underworld's Beginning... This was the place where ghost