"Treat all living beings as ants... maintain the order of heaven and earth... safeguard the interests of our ancestor and ourselves..."
Li Dalong muttered.
Cuihua had always been able to see through his thoughts. This notion flashed through his mind again and again, at times filling him with an even stronger urge than whether his clansmen would fall into ruin, driving him to act regardless of the consequences.
He said nothing and did not go out. He merely pondered.
Before long.
Dancer arrived. He came to the place where the Lord of the Underworld resided, and the white-clad Dancer, wearing a white mask, nearly fled with [Light and Shadow] when he saw the two 'door gods' standing guard at the entrance.
As though struck by a freezing spell, he stared at the two figures at the door, both carrying immortal and ghostly aura, both bearing the status of 'Ghost Emperor'. One wore tattered armor and held a silver spiritual treasure, a 'long staff' with a broken notch in it. It was clear that it had once been a spear, shattered in battle.
The other was a plump, big-eared compassionate Buddha in a loose yellow robe, palms pressed together. He was actually chanting the [Purgatory Demonic Voice] from Li Dalong's Dao arts—though now, it ought to be called 'Purgatory Demonic Voice'.
"Daluo Golden Immortals!"
Dancer took a long while to adjust before he could believe that these two mighty Daluo Golden Immortals of the Immortal Court had been subdued by his master!
In a daze, he walked deeper inside, muttering to himself, *What realm has Master reached? No wonder the mortal world is a living purgatory, with ghosts and evils spread throughout the land... The Lord of the Underworld fought five Daluo Golden Immortals alone. Even the Thirteen Ancient Sages might