The Spirit of the Chaotic Supreme Treasure, Its Origins

Chaos Supreme Treasure Artifact Spirit, Origins

Those beings unwilling to enter reincarnation lived, cultivated, and fought in the Nine Netherworld, no different from the world of the living.

But refusing reincarnation came with conditions, and most could not meet them.

Strength, merit, and obsession—none could be lacking.

Yet over the endless billions upon billions of years, the beings of the Nine Netherworld had accumulated to an unimaginable number.

Hei Ye waved his hand again. The three vanished once more.

When they reappeared, they stood before a towering palace.

The entire palace was pitch-black, forged from Netherworld stone, exuding an icy, profound aura.

Above the palace gates hung a plaque engraved with four large characters—Tianluo Residence.

The residence of Ghost Emperor Tianluo.

The palace gates opened on their own, and a vast aura surged forth from within, like an undercurrent in the depths of the Nine Netherworld—bottomless and unfathomable.

Hei Ye and Hei Li bowed at the same time. Qin Jun lowered his head slightly as well before stepping into the hall.

Inside the hall, a figure sat high above.

The figure was shrouded in darkness, its features impossible to discern. Only that ancient and powerful aura could be sensed—Commanding Fate Realm!

In the traditional system, it corresponded to Command Heaven, Govern Fate.

"Qin Jun." The voice was deep and distant, as though it had traveled from before eternity itself. "You have finally come."

Qin Jun raised his head and looked at the figure, an indescribable feeling welling up within him.

It was neither fear nor reverence, but rather—familiarity.

As though he had once been here. As though he had once seen this figure. As though he shared some inseverable connection with this world.

"Ghost Emperor Tianluo." Qin Jun spoke calmly. "Why have you summoned me?"

Ghost Emperor Tianluo fell silent