The Nine Netherworld Gate Loosens

Hei Li did not hesitate. "That one has fallen into slumber." His voice was very low, as though he feared some presence might overhear him.

"Moreover, each of the Ten Ghost Emperors harbors their own designs."

Slumber.

The ruler of the Nine Netherworld had fallen asleep.

Ling Tian's heart sank. No wonder the Nine Netherworld was in turmoil. No wonder Cultivators from the Primordial Chaos dared infiltrate the Nine Netherworld.

But what did this have to do with Qin Jun?

"Furthermore, the gate of the Nine Netherworld seems to have developed cracks." Hei Li continued, his tone growing increasingly grave. "Once cracks appear in the gateway to the Nine Netherworld, countless Netherworld souls will return to the mortal realm. When that happens, billions of souls will enter the world of the living and unleash upheaval."

Billions of souls entering the mortal realm—merely imagining that scene was enough to make one shudder.

The mortal realm and the Nine Netherworld, life and death, had always been separated by strict boundaries.

If that boundary were shattered, yin and yang reversed, life and death thrown into chaos, the entire Endless Chaos would be plunged into a vast catastrophe.

After hearing this, Ling Tian's eyes carried a trace of gravity. Yet he did not panic, merely asking in a deep voice, "Then what does this have to do with Qin Jun? Qin Jun is only in the Dao Realm now."

Though Qin Jun was powerful, though he had reincarnated ninety-nine times and accumulated all the comprehension, talent, and foundation of those lives, making him terrifying beyond measure—

How long had Qin Jun cultivated? A little over a hundred years.

To reach the late Dao Realm in a little over a century was already a miracle. There was no way he could recover to Unfettered Heaven