This long stairway built from ghosts appeared rather spectacular upon the Path of the Great Dao.
The silver vortex at the top of the ghost stairway continued to churn, and a white boot stepped out from within. Immediately after, a domineering figure was revealed.
It was a tall man dressed in black robes, a red scarf tied around his waist. His black hair was very long, hanging loose and drifting, while on his face he wore a dark-red mask, like a vicious ghost, its features savage and hideous.
He stood at the top of the ghost stairway, like a king of Nine Abyss, looking down upon all things.
He did not walk down immediately, but gazed downward. He tilted his head and looked around, as if searching for something.
After a while, he raised his right hand. Threads of black qi gathered in his palm, gradually forming a black bead wreathed in gray qi. The bead was swelling, and that gray qi was spilling out from within it.
As the black bead grew larger and larger, the road below began to tremble.
Far away at the other end of the Path of the Great Dao, Gu An and Blood Prison Great Sage also sensed the aura of that mysterious Black-Robed Man.
Blood Prison Great Sage instantly grew excited. He asked in a low voice, "Master, is it him?"
A strange light burst from his ox eyes, crossing the Path of the Great Dao from afar and taking that Black-Robed Man into his sight.
At first glance of the Black-Robed Man, he felt this person was not simple.
But that was perfect. The stronger he was, the more suited he would be for him and his master to join hands against!
Gu An, however, was very calm, and said nothing.
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