In the darkness, there was a terror.
The king of the Evil Ghost Path, Demon King Mara.
He stood in the void, his body as immense as Mount Sumeru, reaching from heaven to earth.
All kinds of evil ghosts surrounded him, packed densely across thousands of miles.
Every evil ghost obeyed the Heavenly King's command.
At that moment, several masked cultivators, led by four Black Fire Venerable Ones, came before the Heavenly King.
The Black Fire Venerable Ones were about as tall as the hundred-meter-tall Star Radiance Mobile Armor.
But Demon King Mara's eyes were closed, and even his eyelids were as large as a Black Fire Venerable One.
The cultivators from the Yellow Springs Fragment World seemed as tiny as specks of dust before this king of evil ghosts.
The cultivators bowed to the great ghost and said in unison:
"Greetings, Evil Ghost Path Master, Demon King Mara."
The great ghost named Demon King Mara still did not open his eyes, and his mouth remained tightly shut.
Yet his voice rang through the void:
"You have come from afar. Forgive me for being unable to open my eyes or speak."
The leading cultivator cupped his fists. "Whatever the Heavenly King's gaze falls upon, all things perish; when he speaks, deadly plagues spread through the Ten Directions World. I naturally understand this. Thank you for your kindness, Heavenly King."
Demon King Mara seemed satisfied, and his voice rang through the void once more:
"You truly are from the Yellow Springs Realm. You understand my predicament. My efforts to usher you here were not in vain."
The cultivators bowed again.
Demon King Mara continued, "I hear you have nearly reached an agreement with my people."
"Indeed," the leading cultivator replied.
"Very good. It seems you have met all my conditions, but