The Emperor Meets the Emperor

Within the Netherworld Ghost Domain lay the Nine Netherworld Land, said to be the deepest and largest region of the ghost domain. An ancient, magnificent city of dark design stood upon the boundless black earth. At its highest point floated a palace, massive and imposing, yet shrouded in mystery.

This palace had long been hailed as the most dangerous of the Four Great Perilous Lands within the Netherworld Ghost Domain, seemingly even more dangerous than the Nine Nether Abyss.

The Netherworld Palace. With its long history, it had always served as the bedchamber of the Ghost Emperors of generations past, and stood as a symbol of the ghost race's supreme authority. It floated there in perfect silence.

But on this day, the Netherworld Palace, which rarely received visitors, welcomed some unusual guests.

Within the dark, frigid palace, squads of Guard Army, made up entirely of Ghost Kings, patrolled every corner, diligently standing guard. Yet from the horizon drifted a brilliant cloud of fire, its glow turning half the sky crimson, as if it were ablaze.

"Hahaha, Netherworld Old Ghost, you old fossil! Your brother's come to visit!" A deep, hearty voice boomed from the horizon. A colossal fireball plunged from the sky like a meteor, its target unmistakably the Netherworld Palace.

The Ghost King guards were instantly on high alert, all of them moving into battle formation. These formidable guards looked tense. They knew full well that whoever was coming had to be no ordinary figure; otherwise, he wouldn't dare charge straight into the Netherworld Palace with such brazen arrogance.

"Hmph!" A cold, authoritative voice rang out from within the Netherworld Palace. "Purgatory Old Devil, if you dare damage even a single brick or tile of my Netherworld Palace, I'll make sure you never leave."

The palace guards sucked in