"The Underworld? The King of Hell?" Bai Lingmiao's mouth fell slightly open as she stared at the Innate Qi users before her in utter shock. She had never imagined that these people had gone through such hardships to come here for this.
She tried hard to believe what they were saying, but it was simply too earth-shattering. What Underworld? What ascending to the ranks of immortals?
"You..." Second God hesitantly interjected. "You haven't been fooled by Sitting Forgetting Dao, have you?"
Second God's words were like touching the Qingqiu Innate Qi users' reverse scales. Their faces immediately twisted with ferocity. "Don't mention those swindlers to us! They could never fool us! Get lost, now! Otherwise, don't blame us for being discourteous!"
Sensing their hostility and the taut, sword-drawn atmosphere all around them, Bai Lingmiao and Second God rapidly discussed matters in her mind.
At this point, persuasion probably would not work. They had to stabilize the situation first. There were so many Innate Qi users that force was out of the question. If they wanted to deal with them, they would have to approach it from another direction.
After weighing it for a moment, Bai Lingmiao spoke again. Rather than refuting them, she followed their line of thought.
"Since you wish to become Kings of Hell, yet have been here for so long without succeeding, you must have run into some difficulties, yes? Something capable of stumping eleven Innate Qi users cannot be easy."
Bai Lingmiao dared say this because she was certain they could not become Kings of Hell. Beneath Qingqiu was where the dead should go; this place was not The Underworld at all. Besides, the Death Heavenly Dao was clearly under the Unborn Mother's control. If there truly were a King of Hell, it should be the