The Netherworld, Northern Continent, Chang Capital.
Golden qi luck bathed Chang Capital in incomparable splendor. It looked immensely prosperous and flourishing. Countless cultivators came and went; this was the sacred land in the hearts of countless cultivators.
Great Zheng had been established for less than three thousand years, yet it had marched from victory to victory and long since become the faith of countless people. The yin and yang realms each had an imperial capital. As for territory, Great Zheng possessed the most under heaven, and Great Zheng was the largest.
In this prosperous and flourishing Chang Capital, fifty figures suddenly appeared high in the sky outside the South Heaven Gate.
The fifty figures were all wrapped in black robes, their eyes gleaming coldly as they looked at Chang Capital floating high in the sky to the north.
Five stood at the front, with the other forty-five behind them.
"Five Elders, Chang Capital is just ahead—the imperial capital of Great Zheng's Netherworld!" one black-robed figure in the rear said.
The five elders looked ahead.
"Boundless qi luck? Heh, so this is where the five clansmen from last time fell? There has been no news of them to this day?" one elder said indifferently.
"Those five? They were only at the Ancestor Immortal Eleventh Heaven, and they even fell into Zhong Shan's trap. How could they compare with us? The King is making a mountain out of a molehill!" another elder said.
"Making a mountain out of a molehill? There can be no room for the slightest mistake in this matter. Great Zheng also has an existence at the Ancestor Immortal Twelfth Heaven; we simply don't know whether he is in the yang realm or the yin realm. Everyone, give it your all. Destroy Chang Capital and scatter Great Zheng's Qi