Nine Netherworlds Yellow Springs

"Great Emperor of Mount Tai, an old friend has come to visit," Lu Chuan said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the divine statue in the great hall began to glow. A streak of divine light flew out, landed on the ground, and transformed into a person dressed exactly like the statue.

Huang Feihu said in surprise, "Lord Lu... no, I should call you True Lord Lu now."

"Haha, no need to stand on ceremony. It's enough that Your Majesty still remembers an old friend like me," Lu Chuan said.

Huang Feihu smiled. "Of course. How could I forget you, True Lord? Come, please take a seat first."

He led Lu Chuan, and the two transformed into a streak of divine light that entered the divine statue. Inside, it was like a small world.

Everything within was arranged exactly the same as the scenery of the great hall outside, without the slightest difference—only, there were not so many incense-offering pilgrims and believers.

After entering the great hall, the two sat down. Huang Feihu summoned two Ghost Officials under him to serve Lu Chuan tea.

Lu Chuan took a sip and, out of habit, glanced at Huang Feihu's cultivation. Suddenly, a glint flashed through his eyes.

He discovered that in just one month—no, that was wrong, in the mortal world it should have been thirty years—after thirty years without seeing him, Huang Feihu's magic power had advanced by leaps and bounds.

He remembered that when Huang Feihu died back then, he had only been at the Innate stage of the Martial Way. However, a martial artist's entire cultivation and abilities were all in the fleshly body. Once he died, all his skills were gone, and he had to cultivate anew, with the Primordial Spirit as the main focus.