A breeze passed through, rustling the leaves and branches of the Old Bodhi Tree.
As Gu Shaoshang closed his eyes, the stars that had fallen like rain flowed back upward, and the shattered mountains and rivers were restored to their original state.
With a thought, Hunyuan opened up the Three Thousand Realms. All things in the world lay within a single thought.
Heaven and earth were all illusions; only I was real.
Earth Immortal Realm, the Netherworld.
The Ten Kings of Hell looked at the shattered, collapsed Fengdu City. They wanted to speak but held back, their expressions exceedingly varied.
The Emperor Fengdu, who had ruled the Netherworld through countless calamities, had been killed just like that?
For a moment, even they, who had long been accustomed to life and death, found it difficult to adapt.
"That Martial Ancestor..."
After a long while, King Qin Guang slowly let out a breath. "He cannot be provoked..."
They had served as Kings of Hell for who knew how many calamities, yet this was the first time they had seen someone so domineering—crossing numerous Great Worlds to punch Emperor Fengdu to death.
He had even blocked a finger from the Great Celestial Venerable.
Such strength was beyond anything they could do but look up to.
"Fortunately, we are not worth that Martial Ancestor's notice."
King Zhuanlun smiled, half in relief and half in self-mockery.
Though they had never been particularly close to Emperor Fengdu, with the mountain pressing upon their heads suddenly gone, they truly felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.
But they also knew that even if Emperor Fengdu was gone, the position of Underworld Son of Heaven would never fall to them.
After all, it represented the fruit of a Hunyuan.
Perhaps, in the eyes of those great Hunyuan Wuji figures,