The Eighteenth Level of Hell

After several days of flight, Zhong Shan finally arrived at Qingqiu Holy Capital with Sima Zongheng.

Qingqiu Holy Capital stood amid a vast mountain range. The mountains of the Great Chiliocosm World were nothing like those of the Small Chiliocosm World. Each towering peak rose tens of thousands of li high. As far as the eye could see, endless mountains stretched without end, while countless cultivators flew through the air in every direction. Large numbers of fox clansmen hurried through the forests.

Shrouded in clouds and mist, Qingqiu Holy Capital had countless floating islands high in the sky. Boundless golden light descended from above, and its vast fortune was several times greater than that of High Heaven Court!

This continuous mountain region was divided into many areas, and each area had its own bustling district.

"Qingqiu Holy Capital!" Zhong Shan said, drawing a deep breath.

When Sima Zongheng returned, he landed at the entrance to a bustling district west of Qingqiu Holy Capital. Several Primordial officials quickly came to greet him. The man leading them wore an octagonal felt hat, his face covered in layers of wrinkled skin. He was extremely ugly.

"My lord!" the leading man said with a bow. At the same time, he looked toward Zhong Shan beside Sima Zongheng.

These past few days, Qingqiu Holy Capital had been buzzing with rumors. A Sacred King had become a hostage? Was this him? Was he Zhong Shan?

A trace of coldness flashed through the official's eyes.

"Sima Sanguang, this is the Great Zheng Sacred King Zhong Shan! I have sealed his cultivation, so he's no different from an ordinary mortal now!" Sima Zongheng said flatly.

"Oh?" All the officials looked toward Zhong Shan.

Zhong Shan was dressed in black robes. His bearing remained unchanged, and he did not