The deep sea.
Cold and dark.
Zhong Kui Yueji stood with his hands behind his back, listening to the ceaseless stream of prayers at his ear.
He pondered how the Ascension Association, founded by Ning Wuye's disciples, had officially gone to war with the court in the Dream Realm. He still didn't know what had prompted the conflict. But Ning Wuye's conduct was beyond reproach.
So Zhong Kui Yueji had already ordered his disciples to do everything they could to support the Ascension Association's efforts.
As he mused, he dealt with one prayer, then turned his attention to the next.
It was a mountain villa where flowering trees bloomed in profusion, their blossoms like clouds and rosy sunset. In the courtyard before him, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Before a hastily erected altar stood a figure wrapped in a strange, evil, and violent aura. Not far away, several elegantly dressed female worshippers knelt in prayer, their faces haggard. Their voices were very low—almost no more than the movement of their lips. "We humbly bow... to the Immortal Yue... may the divine spirit descend... and slay the Evil Immortal Yan... We respectfully offer... this prayer."
Zhong Kui Yueji immediately looked toward the figure before the altar.
Such a powerful aura—was this an Outer Immortal?!
His brow furrowed. How had an Outer Immortal descended into the Human World?
Though puzzled, Zhong Kui Yueji naturally wasn't going to stand by while his disciples suffered. He tentatively struck out, throwing a punch at Yan.
Boom!!!
In the courtyard before the main hall of Zhenxia Mountain Villa, Yan had no power to resist. The punch scattered his soul, killing him on the spot!
Zhong Kui Yueji paused. Was the Immortal Yan really so weak?
His brow furrowed even deeper. He inspected the scene over and