In the First Prison of Darkness, the Underworld Prison, Death God Mingyuan—one of the Four Dark Kings—stood guard, waiting more than a hundred thousand years for the Lord of Darkness to awaken.
The Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth had arrived. Darkness Power in the human world surged sharply, and the Lord of Darkness recovered faster and faster, nearly ready to emerge from seclusion.
At the deepest reaches of darkness, the Lord of Darkness, gravely wounded by the Immortal Slaying Sword Array, had transformed into a Black Cocoon. Day after day, it devoured the Darkness Power born in the human world, repairing itself.
Light was suppressed, and the age of darkness was about to descend. No one could stop this great calamity of the Three Realms any longer.
The Lord of Darkness's aura had gradually surpassed that of sovereign-level experts. In this age when sovereigns did not appear, who could withstand the darkness?
Within the First Prison, the Underworld Prison, the Heavenly Tome of Creation stirred the power of creation, dispersing the dark aura within Ning Chen.
Ning Chen awoke and rose from the darkness.
Not far away, within cages steeped in darkness, Xia Ziyi and Consort Luo had their five senses sealed by darkness and had never awakened.
Ning Chen stepped forward and gazed at the two trapped in darkness, his expression exceptionally grave.
The next moment, the Heavenly Tome manifested. Brilliant silver light blazed forth, gradually dispersing the dark aura within the Underworld Prison.
Ning Chen raised his hand and drew the two over. Not daring to linger, he prepared to leave.
"Save us!"
At that moment, one hoarse voice after another sounded from the swirling black currents, as though their throats had been eroded by the years, making even speech unbearably difficult.
Hearing them, Ning Chen stopped