Xuanhuang Great Immortal shook his head. "These personal puppets may be powerful, but they're still green when it comes to a Realm Spirit. The moment they entered the Ghost Realm, its laws completely suppressed them. Try calling your personal puppets now and see if they respond."
After hearing that, Fang Chen tried calling Little Golden Cicada. He called again and again, but Little Golden Cicada gave no response.
"They really have been suppressed!"
Fang Chen could not help laughing. In his heart, he admired the Ghost Realm Spirit all the more.
At the same time, Fang Chen felt a little proud. He was from the Barbaric Ancient Region. With the Realm Spirit's protection, others from his homeland would be far safer when they ventured through the Land of Ending.
One Hour later, a figure walked into the Great Hall.
Fang Chen and the others looked up. A burly middle-aged man stood before them, dressed in a battle robe, his gaze gentle.
At the sight of him, Great Emperor Huo Li shot to his feet. His eyes reddened, and his body began to tremble.
"Senior Glazed!"
Fang Chen cried out. The burly man was Great Immortal Liuli.
"Senior Brother!"
Great Emperor Huo Li could hold back no longer. He rushed forward and wrapped Great Immortal Liuli in a tight embrace, then began to cry. At that moment, he was like a child who had not seen his parents in a very, very long time.
Great Immortal Liuli patted him on the back with a smile but said nothing.
Only after crying for a while did Great Emperor Huo Li let go. "Senior Brother!" he called, his voice thick with emotion.
Great Immortal Liuli looked at him. "Junior brother, have you been well?"
"Yes, yes, I've been well!"
Great Emperor Huo Li