In the northwestern reaches of the Red Luan Starfield, above a Primeval Great Star, demonic qi churned as Ning Chen appeared.
With the mission complete, the Divine Realm shadow departed without lingering.
Ning Chen gazed at the great star below. A moment later, he descended from the heavens.
Upon the Primeval Great Star, the Ghost King sensed his arrival. Her aged eyes opened, and she looked toward the sky, a grave light flashing through her gaze.
He had finally come.
In the void, demonic qi surged as Ning Chen descended, making no effort to conceal his aura.
Before the Ghost King, the experts of Yinhai Ghost Prison sensed it as well. They turned back toward the sky, their expressions darkening.
It was him—the Thirteenth Prince who had deceived them!
Ning Chen landed upon the earth, and the entire Primeval Great Star began to tremble.
Having hidden himself for years, once he left the Primeval Demonic Realm, he no longer concealed his strength. His Demonic Might surged vast and mighty, shocking the world.
Under countless gazes, Ning Chen walked forward step by step. Powerful demonic qi coiled around him, directly sweeping aside those blocking his path.
Upon the throne of white bones, the Ghost King watched the young man approach, yet no anger showed on her face.
"Greetings, Ghost King."
Ten steps away, Ning Chen stopped, cupped his hands in a courteous salute, and spoke.
"Thirteenth Prince, you have quite the methods. You found this place so quickly."
The Ghost King spoke in a hoarse voice.
"After all, this is the domain of the human race. I have a few friends here."
Ning Chen straightened and replied calmly.
"Your Highness came alone. Are you not afraid that my clan will turn hostile?"
The Ghost King asked impassively.
"Since I dared come,