The Nether King's cultivation was not low. Wang Daoyuan only found him unfathomable and had never seen through to his exact realm.
Unexpectedly, he had now reached the cultivation of a Seven Dao True Immortal.
Wang Daoyuan himself had only sorted out three paths so far. Though he could also control Big Black's path to some extent, after all, it had not been cultivated by himself.
However, with the Spirit Pearl's help, more than half of the fourth path had already been opened.
Before long, he would become a Four Dao True Immortal.
Yet compared with the Nether King, the gap was still enormous.
A Seven Dao True Immortal, combined with command over the Netherworld and Wang Daoyuan's cooperation, should indeed be able to withstand an ordinary Nine Path True Demon.
But against someone like the Bone Demon Ancestor, the strongest beneath Immortal Lords, it was still far from enough.
Wang Daoyuan asked, "Forgive my bluntness, but with your strength, Fellow Daoist, you could have completely taken control of the Qianyuan Realm.
Why have you remained in the Netherworld all this time, never even leaving the Nether King's Mansion?
Although the outside world says you have been in seclusion, even an innate spirit race would not remain without a trace for hundreds of thousands of years while cultivating in seclusion, would they?"
The Nether King let out a long sigh. "It is a matter of helplessness. I was born in the early ancient era.
The moment I was born, I already possessed the cultivation of a One Dao True Immortal.
That cultivation would have been extremely formidable later on, but hidden primordial spirit races still existed at that time.
At the end of the primordial era, the Heavenly Dao slaughtered the spirit races in a pit.
Any spirit race that