At his words, Rujie's heart and mind trembled.
Before he could even react, another disturbance came from the skies.
"Rumble—!"
A violent roar echoed out, and the heavens and earth encompassing the God-Burying Wasteland began to shake.
This sudden commotion moved countless cultivators present.
Immediately afterward, everyone followed the sound and looked over.
Focusing their eyes, they saw a black war chariot speeding in from the horizon.
The black war chariot was forged entirely from Taiyin Profound Jade, its body carved with densely packed Runes that emitted a ghostly blue radiance.
What was even more unbelievable was that the entire chariot was being pulled by nine Netherworld Ghost Dragons.
Each Netherworld Ghost Dragon was a hundred zhang long, pitch-black from head to tail, with crimson eyes and skeletal wings on its back. When spread, those wings blotted out the sky and sun.
"Roar, roar..."
The moment they appeared, the nine Netherworld Ghost Dragons could not stop themselves from roaring toward the heavens, their piercing dragon cries ringing out.
For a time, the sound shook all four directions, making the minds of countless cultivators tremble violently!
"My heavens!"
"Th-Those are Netherworld Ghost Dragons?"
"What a terrifying aura!"
"Every single Netherworld Ghost Dragon is comparable to a True Lord!"
"With such a grand display, could it be the arrival of a Heavenly Monarch?"
"Have Heavenly Monarchs begun to make their appearance?"
"..."
The many cultivators exclaimed in astonishment, their faces filled with disbelief.
Seeing this, Chen Changqing's brows knitted slightly as he murmured softly, "A Heavenly Monarch?"
Then, a figure slowly emerged atop the black war chariot.
In less than a few breaths, the figure of a man appeared before everyone's eyes.
The man stood with his hands behind his back.
He wore a black robe, his white hair like snow. His