Just as Yang Chen was wreaking havoc along the outskirts of the Undercurrent Universe, within the inner reaches of the universe, there was a realm shrouded in dense ghostly Qi.
This realm was eerie and silent. From time to time, ghostly wails would arise, making it particularly terrifying.
At that moment, a group of Ghost King experts hurried along a road strewn with skulls, their faces full of anxiety, as though they were rushing to report something.
Before long, the Ghost King experts came to a stop.
They halted before a cluster of underground caves.
Within the caves sat an old man leaning on a skull-headed cane. He was little more than skin and bones, seated there without a word, his face utterly expressionless.
Deathly Qi permeated his body. It seemed that anyone who approached him would perish completely.
Had Yang Chen been there, he would certainly have recognized it as the Law of Death.
Only, this old man's mastery of the Law of Death had practically reached the pinnacle of perfection.
"Greetings, Lord Night Marquis Ghost Ancestor."
"Greetings, Lord Ghost Ancestor!"
Clearly, Ghost Ancestors, like human Dao Ancestors of the Heavenly Extreme Realm, were all existences who had surpassed the Heavenly Mandate Realm and reached the very pinnacle of this world.
"You useless trash borrowed several Heavenly Mandate Realm experts from me only a short while ago, and now you have come again. What is it? Has the unrest not yet been quelled?" Night Marquis Ghost Ancestor asked in a deep voice.
"Lord Dao Ancestor, it is not that we are incompetent. This person is simply too formidable. We have repeatedly tried to capture him, yet we have not even caught sight of his shadow. Whether we capture him now is no longer important. The key is that he