In the Immortal Realm, Ming Ming arrived.
Her furious palm struck down at the Immortal Palace below.
Within the Immortal Palace, Ning Chen sensed it.
His figure vanished into thin air, reappearing above the Immortal Realm as he moved to block the Lord of the Netherworld's palm force.
Their gazes met, fury impossible to suppress. Ming Ming looked at the man before her and said in a grave voice, "Come with me and save Guigui immediately."
"Guigui?"
Ning Chen was puzzled when he heard this. "Who is Guigui?"
"Your child!"
The killing intent around Ming Ming grew ever harder to restrain as she shouted angrily.
Ning Chen's expression shook.
That familiar feeling from before—could it have been?
"Come with me!"
Ming Ming forcibly suppressed the rage in her heart, turning and speeding toward the horizon.
Behind her, Ning Chen came back to his senses. With no time to think further, he immediately followed.
Below, the human Venerables watched the Venerable of the Immortal Realm leave, confusion on their faces.
"It seems we really have caused trouble."
Before the Immortal Palace, Fan Lingyue walked over.
"It looked like that woman was even stronger than an ordinary Great Dao Saint," Qing Ling said solemnly.
"The Lord of the Netherworld."
Fan Lingyue nodded.
"At her peak, she was an existence on the same level as the Firmament Saint and the gods of the Eighth Heaven. However, she seemed to be injured, and her aura was considerably weaker."
"I hope nothing happens."
Worry flashed through Qing Ling's eyes.
Outside the Eighth Heaven, two figures sped over at breakneck speed.
Yet neither hurried to enter the Eighth Heaven.
"Within the Eighth Heaven, the laws of the world are everywhere. There is no way to hide from the god's eyes. To save Guigui, we must act