Those Who Come Mean Trouble; Those Who Mean Well Do Not Come
Facing this bottomless pit, He Ping's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression grew somewhat grave.
Deep within the endless black flames of purgatory, he could make out a hazy shadow. From that great formation came a vast aura, seeping through the dense seal of calamity and sin.
"This is..."
He Ping increasingly felt that he had underestimated the arrangements of the Lord of the Divine Court. Ever since arriving in this world, he had been extremely cautious.
Originally, he had believed that once the Lord of the Divine Court and the Eight Heavenly Kings left this timeline, there would not be many true "powerful enemies" in this era capable of threatening him. But now, that way of thinking had still underestimated the people of the world.
"From the looks of it, there is now one more person who can directly threaten me."
In truth, Ksitigarbha Holy Emperor might count as one. There should also be some old fellow on the Other Shore Immortal Palace's side who posed a slight threat to him... Beyond that, if those veteran Immortal Lords of the Divine Court's Eight Divisions all joined forces, they would be somewhat troublesome as well.
He did not think much of anyone else. It was not that He Ping had become so arrogant that he saw no one else in his eyes; rather, he knew full well just how great his own advantages were.
Yet in this deep sinkhole at the very bottom of the Abyssal Realm, there truly existed a mysterious, unfathomable, formidable presence—one so terrifying that even he felt his heart tremble.
Huff...
He exhaled, then smiled faintly.
"The old saying is right: there is no harm in being careful... There is no need for me