At the bottom of the sinkhole, the voice was bone-chillingly cold, its echoes seeming to come from the depths of the Netherworld as they rippled outward. Yet to my ears, it sounded like heavenly music, bathing me in spring breezes—all because its owner was the goddess who would forever stand behind me.
"Wifey Sis!" I turned my head, but demonic energy veiled my eyes, leaving me able to see only a vast sea of blood-red.
She wore a phoenix crown and red bridal robes, her entire body drenched in blood. As she stood there, her skirt billowed like blood-colored flames, stretching all the way to the edge of the Ninth Heaven. Her boundless aura seemed to fill the azure skies, leaving everyone beneath heaven gasping for breath!
"You..." The Supreme of the Heavenly Ghost Dao murmured, her gaze slowly shifting toward Wifey Sis. A faint trace of confusion appeared in her eyes. She was dressed in red as well, and energy as red as blood drifted and swirled around her, but compared with Wifey's aura blanketing heaven and earth, it was plainly inferior.
Wifey's eyes remained closed, yet that aura had already shaken the Supreme of the Heavenly Ghost Dao. Grandma, who had been summoning the Burial God Coffin, stopped at that very moment, her eyes wide as she pointed at the Supreme of the Heavenly Ghost Dao and shouted, "The Supreme of the Ghost Dao is here! Heretical evil ghosts, why aren't you kneeling?"
"The Supreme of the Ghost Dao... heretical evil ghosts? Heh... hahahaha..." The Supreme of the Heavenly Ghost Dao turned back toward Grandma, her cold laugh swelling into wild laughter before she turned toward Wifey. "So it really is you... it really is you! Yes... if this had been before, wherever you descended beneath heaven, I