In the underworld, within the Ten Yama Halls, time passed day by day. The Ten Yama Kings had all entered seclusion, preparing for the coming debate between the two realms.
Within Yama King's Hall, demonic energy surged, and an overwhelming pressure permeated the entire Primeval Great Star.
In Yinhai Ghost Prison, one Ghost Clan king after another sensed the astonishing Demonic Might coming from the distant Ten Yama Halls, and an indescribable heaviness filled their hearts.
"My King."
The Ghost Clan Grand Elder stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "It seems something major is happening among the humans."
"I know."
Upon the skeletal throne, the Ghost King nodded.
"Does Your Majesty not find it strange? Ever since our clan pledged itself to humanity, that Thirteenth Prince has never assigned us a single task. Now, the humans are clearly plotting something grand, yet our clan has still received no news or orders. Does this mean the Thirteenth Prince never truly trusted us?" the Ghost Clan Grand Elder asked gravely.
"Trust cannot be built in a day."
On the throne, the Ghost King sighed softly. "Wait patiently. The Ghost Clan and humanity are now bound to the same boat. Only if humanity gains the strength to win this war can the Ghost Clan remain safe and sound."
Hearing this, the Ghost Clan Grand Elder fell silent. He did not know whether pledging allegiance to humanity had been right or wrong. How could humanity, so clearly at a disadvantage in strength, resist the powerful Primeval Demonic Realm?
"Yin Ji, make a trip to the underworld. Ask whether His Highness has any need for the Ghost Clan's services," the Ghost King said calmly.
"Understood."
Not far away, Yin Ji stepped forward, bowed respectfully, then turned and withdrew.
Before long, outside King Yama's Hall, one of