In the ten halls of the underworld, during this brief period of peace, the Yama Kings of each hall recuperated and prepared for the coming war.
Upon the vast, boundless continent of the underworld, the Fate-Knower in plain robes strode forward. The aura of time flowed around him like surging waves, leaving marks across every inch of land.
Not far away, Nu Chang raised her hand and formed seals, assisting the Fate-Knower as they laid down the divine restriction together.
Before the ten halls, the Yama Kings emerged one after another. Looking at the Plain-clothed Figure in the distance, a flicker of surprise appeared in their eyes. After a hundred years, the Fate-Knower had grown ever stronger.
The wise excelled at schemes. No one knew how many trump cards the Fate-Knower held in his hand. It was precisely because the underworld had him that it could contend against that terrifying Devil Palace.
Over ten days, Ning Chen crossed every inch of the underworld. Time left its traces, and ghostly light rose throughout the entire underworld. The divine restriction was about to open, shaking heaven and earth.
The Trapping Immortal Sword appeared and plunged into the ground, sinking continuously until it fell straight into the spirit vein below.
The next moment, a shocking sight unfolded deep beneath the earth. Crimson light blazed from the Trapping Immortal Sword, the ground trembled, and endless, majestic spiritual energy gathered without cease, pouring into the immortal sword.
It devoured destructively, leaving no room whatsoever. Before the ten halls, the Yama Kings sensed it, and all their expressions changed. What was the Fate-Knower trying to do?
Before Wuchang Hall, Mu Chengxue, clad in white, stepped out. Looking ahead, a grave look flashed through her beautiful eyes. Was he going to destroy this place?
"What is Ning