Seven days later, the massive Black River Water Palace hovered silently above Supreme Yang Peak. Ao Xiao and several other Xia Ling Mahayana cultivators waited there with solemn expressions.
A flash of black lightning appeared, and Luo Hong arrived in the plaza with Yu Ruoxi and the other four women.
"Is everyone here?"
Luo Hong swept his gaze over Ao Xiao and the others before casually asking.
"Everyone who wishes to accompany Fellow Daoist Luo to the Immortal World is here. How do you need us to cooperate next?"
Ao Xiao immediately asked with a serious expression.
"There is no need for you to be nervous. All you need to do is enter This Seat's Netherworld Grotto-heaven. This Seat will handle the rest."
As he spoke, Luo Hong waved a hand and summoned a Black Mist Vortex.
Ao Xiao and the others said nothing. They cupped their hands toward Luo Hong and flew into it.
"Husband, Qiao'er has long wanted to ask: the Black River Water Palace is clearly as white as jade, so why does it have such a name?"
After Ao Xiao and the others departed, Yin Qiao, who stood behind Yu Ruoxi, could not help but ask curiously.
"Hehe, this water palace was seized by your husband from a Da Luo Cultivator of the Demon Race. It was originally tainted by demonic qi and pitch-black throughout.
Later, your husband put in some effort to transform it from demonic to immortal, which is how it came to look like this."
Luo Hong chuckled, secretly praising Yin Qiao.
Ling Yuling's eyes turned, and she immediately came to an understanding. She then parted her red lips and said:
"Transforming it from demonic to immortal like this must have damaged much of this palace's power, right? Husband, did you not intend