Netherworld.
Within a palace heaped from countless white bones, the Nether Emperor wore a black robe. His face was fair and handsome, making him look like a fresh-faced youth barely in his twenties. Only those deep eyes revealed the vicissitudes of countless years.
"The Netherworld Gate has been stabilized. It will soon be able to accommodate my entry into the Nine Heavens Continent."
The Nether Emperor peered through the void and saw the Netherworld Gate within the True Dragon Nest growing stronger without cease.
He also saw the Netherworld Heavenly Emperors, Great Emperors, and Quasi-Emperor experts who were cultivating.
They were the army that the Netherworld would soon send to invade the Nine Heavens Continent.
As for those below the Quasi-Emperor realm?
They were far too weak, utterly unqualified to take part in an invasion between planes.
"One million three hundred thousand years..."
The Nether Emperor suddenly lowered his head and looked at a blood-red token in his hand. Four words were engraved upon it: Destruction Supreme.
Through this blood-red token, the Nether Emperor's spirit trembled, as though he sensed a supreme existence silently watching him.
The Nether Emperor did not dare look further and immediately put away the blood-red token.
"It has already been one million three hundred thousand years since I came to this plane. Once I devour the living beings of the Nine Heavens Continent this time, I can completely recover from my injuries."
The Nether Emperor sighed with emotion and gazed into the distant void, an ancient memory surfacing in his mind.
"Back then, I risked everything to obtain this Supreme God Token. Though the Light Sovereign nearly killed me... it was worth it!"
Excitement suddenly flashed in the Nether Emperor's eyes.
A Supreme God Token—and one belonging to the Destruction Supreme God at that. Once