Ding Ling was fairly familiar with Wen Zhong. After all, in the Main World, he was in charge of the Three Realms and Six Paths, while Wen Zhong, as a deity of the Heavenly Court, served under him. How could Ding Ling not be familiar with his own subordinate?
But this Wen Zhong was clearly not that Wen Zhong.
The Heavenly Court God General Wen Zhong had been granted godhood after his death and had walked from the Investiture of the Gods Era into the era of Journey to the West!
This Wen Zhong, however, had fallen directly into this region after his death and become the City Lord of a territory.
The memories of their lives before death were almost identical, but their fates after death were worlds apart.
What exactly was the reason?
Ding Ling still had no idea. He could only keep moving forward and see what happened.
Once he became powerful enough, even if he could not uncover the truth from the countless threads, he could travel through time and return to the past to see it for himself!
As long as one was strong enough, nothing was impossible.
That was the truth Ding Ling had realized while traversing the Heavens!
Wen Zhong was dignified and domineering. Riding Mo Qilin, he governed a territory spanning one hundred thousand li, with countless capable people and strange talents under his command!
In this territory, he was the City Lord, and even more so, the overlord!
Without anyone holding him back, Wen Zhong had carved a bloody path out of the Black Mist and led the people of this territory to live increasingly vibrant lives.
But in recent years, the monsters within the Black Mist had grown increasingly bizarre, grotesque, and powerful.
Wen Zhong found it harder and