The Big-bellied Ghost King Devoured the Nether Hall

"Did he really just kill him?"

On Great Sorrow Mountain, the National Teacher's eyes flew wide as he stared at the Tenth Pillar Incense he had lit. It had snapped in midair.

The bare incense stick seemed to represent something, and even he looked shaken.

It was as if time had turned back to twenty-four years ago, to when he first learned of Old Lord's Eyebrow and the others' plan to destroy the entire Duyi Dynasty and even sever its bloodline. They had been just as decisive then.

And he had been just as shocked.

Shouldn't Hu Ma have first secured a way back to the human world, and considered what he would do if he couldn't stand against the Nether Hall?

But he hadn't expected Hu Ma to act so decisively, seizing his chance to kill an Imperial Ghost of one of the halls. That made his karmic entanglement so deep that he was as good as trapped in the Nether Hall, with no way to leave this dream...

Even if he forcibly woke up, the ghosts in the Nether Hall would still cling to him.

The Nether Hall's most vicious and brutal rulers—the founding emperor and the emperor who quelled the rebellion—hadn't even shown themselves yet. Why had Hu Ma already staked everything?

Thinking of all this, the National Teacher felt a tightness in his chest.

It was like watching a brilliant game of chess suddenly take a ruthless, decisive move that was far too rash.

He hated that he wasn't the one playing this game. If he were, he would never have made such an impulsive move.

"The crime of regicide merits the execution of nine generations!"

"Regicides are forsaken by Heaven and loathed by Earth!"

In the Nether Hall, when the officials, palace maids,