Underworld

The Sword Spirit's Domain Power could prevent the flow of consciousness from dispersing, but it could not stop it from merging into the Underworld's heaven and earth.

Take a look at this world.

The Domain Power was ultimately weaker.

But even with only thirty percent of the information,

it still gave Ding Ling a rough understanding of the Underworld.

So this was what kind of world it was.

Sword light flowed and shifted beneath Ding Ling's feet. In an instant, he rode the sword light three hundred miles away and arrived before a military camp.

Here,

Ding Ling saw a familiar figure.

His eyebrows lifted slightly, and he tentatively called out:

"Lei Bo!"

"Hm?! Who called me?"

The man had thick brows and large eyes, a broad back and a powerful waist. Holding a huge hammer, he leaned against a pillar at the military camp's entrance and was fast asleep. Ding Ling's shout instantly woke him. He turned his head, and when he saw Ding Ling, he froze at first, then could not help bursting into loud laughter.

He laughed louder and louder.

Eventually, he seemed to laugh himself to tears. He bent over, pounded his chest, and laughed so hard he could barely catch his breath.

It was as if he had encountered the most satisfying event of his life.

His mouth stretched wide with laughter, and his joy could not be concealed.

The military camp was huge.

It occupied an extremely vast area.

But the soldiers and generals inside seemed to be resting at that moment.

Thus, it was very quiet.

Yet Lei Bo's laughter woke quite a few people.

Whoosh!

One after another, they charged out, some furious and some roaring.

When they saw Ding Ling standing at the entrance, they all froze as well. Then they