Rescuing the Kings of the Underworld

"Divine Emperor?" The Black Emperor stood upright, greatly shocked. "That old dried-up corpse is actually still alive?"

The Divine Silkworm's Ten Transformations shook the ages. In that ancient era, the name Divine Emperor had once made many Restricted Zone Supremes lie low, not daring to challenge his edge. He could be called a legend among Supremes.

Duan De's decayed corpse was equally shocked. "No wonder I couldn't dig up the Divine Emperor's grave. Turns out he isn't dead."

He had always believed that, in that era when heaven and earth were incomplete, only a scant few—such as the Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Venerable, the Undying Heavenly Sovereign, the Great Emperor Wushi, and the Ruthless Great Emperor—had been able to defy fate and become immortals. Now, it seemed one more name had to be added to that list.

"Divine Emperor?" A Dao Ancestor from the Soul River sneered. "A mere silkworm insect dares call itself emperor?"

An eerie Dao Ancestor sighed faintly. "Divine Silkworm, you should know how vast the gap is between the myriad heavens and our race. Yet you still turned against us. It seems you have already embraced death."

"The myriad heavens are about to perish. There is no point in continuing as an undercover agent." The Divine Emperor clearly shared the eerie beings' Dao Ancestor's view, believing that the Heavenly Court's kings were making one final desperate gamble.

Quite a few Immortal Kings wore strange expressions and wanted to explain, but they feared that the Divine Emperor might be a double agent. They held back and did not reveal anything about the Heavenly Emperor.

"Good! Today, we'll turn everything upside down!" Gu Qing laughed loudly. He found himself becoming increasingly compatible with the Heavenly Emperor Fruit Position, taking several more steps forward within the Dao Ancestor Domain.

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