Within the Dragon Burial Abyss, in the Nine Regions.
He Zong listened contentedly to the ghost cultivators' reports inside the Ghost Manor.
"He Zong, it seems the Demon Race has grown impatient waiting. Kong Zhu of the Peacock Clan has even decided to offer some treasures to us ghost cultivators, hoping to meet the Giant God!"
"Isn't it the same with the human race? Fuyang of Tianyi City has sought me out every day these past few days, trying every possible way to persuade me. He's truly tireless!"
Although these ghost cultivators wore expressions of disgust toward the human and Demon Races, anyone present could have seen the delight dancing in their eyes.
The ghost cultivators had always been a disadvantaged group inside the Celestial God Tomb.
In terms of foundation, the ghost cultivators could not compare with the human race's profound reserves.
In terms of strength, the ghost cultivators could not compare with the Demon Race's might.
Within the Celestial God Tomb, the ghost cultivators had long been crushed beneath the human and Demon Races. They had only dared to hide in the Dragon Burial Abyss and the Azure Ruins, never showing their faces.
Who would have thought that the ghost cultivators would have a day when they could turn the tables?
Now that the human and Demon Races had come knocking together—some offering kind words, others enticing them with benefits—the two races that usually shouted for the ghost cultivators' blood were now as docile as dogs, crouching in the Second Region and afraid to anger them.
He Zong reclined in his rocking chair, thoroughly enjoying this moment.
He Zong had never intended to let the human and Demon Races meet the Giant God. He had summoned them to the Dragon Burial Abyss merely to humiliate them.
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