Yang Yun's voice echoed endlessly over Lin'an City.
That day, all the people of Lin'an City saw the figure standing upright and proud in the sky above their city, and truly remembered the name of the underworld.
"Next city!"
Yang Yun spoke calmly, then vanished from where he stood in the blink of an eye, racing toward Yongan City.
Du Ziren was somewhat dazed.
Cui Jue stood beside him and sighed softly. "Let him go. This has been his obsession for over a thousand years."
"Before we came, Zhong Kui told me that no matter what he does, we should indulge him."
"He's suppressed it for over a thousand years. He... can't bear it anymore."
"Let him vent."
With that, Cui Jue followed after Yang Yun and likewise vanished beyond the horizon.
Only Du Ziren bit down hard on his lips.
This old man, who usually appeared carefree and grinning, seemed somewhat lost at this moment.
"The underworld... right."
"The underworld."
"As long as we live, the spirit of the underworld shall endure."
"The underworld's Du Ziren!"
"I will fight to the death for humanity!"
With a roar that seemed like a release of pent-up emotion, Du Ziren disappeared into the black mist.
For a time, even the atmosphere in the void turned grim and murderous.
The Lord of Lin'an City stood on the rooftop, watching the three depart, and murmured, "So this is the underworld."
As he spoke, he bowed deeply in the direction they had gone.
Yongan City.
"Damn it!"
"Are you insane?"
"Even if you kill me, can you still live?"
The Buddha stared at Yang Yun in disbelief. "You're one of the Five Direction Ghost Emperors of the underworld! Risking your life against a Buddha like me—are you sick in the head?!"
By now, he