Yang Mei's Disciple

Chen Yu stood in the void, gazing at the enormous city below with a complicated expression. He had not expected that this trip would not only solve his residency problem in the Prehistoric World, but also turn him into the Underworld's second-in-command.

But with such a vast Underworld, was it not a bit excessive for him to be the only Fengdu Great Emperor? Surely the dignified Fengdu Great Emperor could not personally go around collecting souls, could he?!

Thus, he looked toward Houtu, intending to ask her for some members of the Witch Race. Working in the Underworld would bring an endless stream of merit, a secure position countless beings dreamed of. It could also be considered a benefit for the Witch Race.

Yet before he could speak, Houtu said first, "I'm going to the Chaos for a while. Handle the affairs of the Underworld yourself."

Before her words had even faded, Houtu had already vanished.

Chen Yu opened his mouth, but in the end, he could not say anything.

He then looked at the eleven Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, and said with a beaming smile, "Honored Ancestral Witches, would you be interested in taking positions in the Underworld? Feel free to choose whichever posts you like among the Five Ghost Emperors and Ten Yama Kings."

Dijiang shook his head. They still needed to cultivate diligently and attain the Dao of Hunyuan as soon as possible. They had no interest in managing the Underworld.

"We Ancestral Witches are not interested. Great Emperor, you may seek out Xingtian, Kuafu, and the others. Perhaps they would be interested in serving in the Underworld."

With that, Dijiang led the Ancestral Witches into Pangu Hall.

At that moment, Pangu Hall floated within a special space in the Netherworld Realm. In the