The self-sealed Yellow Springs lineage had recuperated and multiplied over countless years, growing powerful enough to leave one stunned.
At the very least, Jiang Changkong had never seen any clan that could compare to the Yellow Springs lineage.
Yellow Springs was divided into two paths: the Ghost Path and the Corpse Path.
The Ghost Path had four near-gods. The strongest was the Ghost Mother, at the limit of near-godhood, and she was a close friend of the Shark King.
Among them, there were nearly a hundred Star Saints of the Ghost Path.
Then there was the Corpse Path, with five near-gods. The strongest was a Yellow Springs Nether Dragon, likewise at the limit of near-godhood.
There were over a hundred Star Saint experts!
Though this force might not surpass the other Immortal Kingdoms, it could still crush the Earth Immortal Kingdom with ease.
It could be said that the Yellow Springs lineage rivaled the native forces of any Immortal Kingdom.
Nine near-gods, and nearly two hundred Star Saints.
But winning their support would not be easy.
Within the grim ghostly domain, the sealed palace doors opened, and the nine near-gods sat on either side.
The seat of honor stood vacant. No one dared sit there, for it belonged to the Lord of Yellow Springs, Yanluo.
Even the nine near-gods were unqualified to sit upon it.
Jiang Changkong and the Nether Dragon stood in the center of the hall, watched by the nine near-gods.
"Over these countless years, some clansmen have returned as well. What makes you think you can become the Lord of Yellow Springs?"
A pale-faced woman spoke, her eyes shimmering with an eerie green light.
She was the Ghost Mother of the Ghost Path, a near-god at the limit.
Another young man, his gaze thick with corpse energy,