Time flowed like water, silent and soundless. In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. These three years had been lively indeed. Sword Lord Huaiyu, incarnated as the Red Demon, had roamed in all directions and slain countless demons, thoroughly stirring up the waters of the Spirit-Void Realm.
During this time, various factions had tried to strike at Sword Lord Huaiyu for all manner of reasons, but none of them had met a good end. Under such circumstances, everyone understood what this meant and gradually restrained their own thoughts. For a time, the name Bloodblood Sword Lord resounded throughout the Spirit-Void Realm, his momentum even eclipsing that of many veteran powerhouses.
Boundless Sea—the invisible erosion continued. As time passed, a strange great net had taken shape, enveloping the Underworld's branch in the Boundless Sea from top to bottom, without a single exception.
"At last, it is done."
Within the Hall of a Hundred Ghosts, a flicker of consciousness silently descended. It was True Lord Pingdu.
After his defeat in Layered Mountains Continent, he had fled with grave injuries and hidden himself deeply, not daring to reveal the slightest trace. Only today had he finally caught his breath, and he had taken the opportunity to assume the results left behind by Clone Number One.
"One fourth-rank ghost, six third-rank ghosts, along with many second-rank and first-rank ghosts. Clone Number One handled this matter rather well. With this foundation, my recovery will surely proceed far more smoothly."
After making a slight appraisal and gaining a certain understanding of the Underworld branch's situation, True Lord Pingdu was quite satisfied.
Previously, fearing Jiang Chen might trace him, he had not dared to do anything. Now that he had the Underworld's skin to conceal himself beneath, he could attempt to muddle the secrets