The Netherworld.
It was a desolate wasteland, with wandering skeletons everywhere. A purple moon hung in the sky—the Nether Moon—draping the entire Netherworld in a veil of purple gauze.
Not far away, one skeleton shattered another. A purple soul flame flew out from the shattered skeleton and was absorbed by the victor, who let out a joyous howl.
Such scenes played out everywhere across the Netherworld.
The strong devoured the weak—this was the supreme law here.
"What a pitiful bunch of skeletons. Without memories of their past lives, rising from this ocean of countless skeletons is exceedingly difficult, no matter how gifted they are."
Li Chengdi walked through the air with his hands clasped behind his back. Under the pressure of his aura, every skeleton along his path lay prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling with terror.
In the Netherworld, those above held an immensely powerful suppression over those below. It was simply impossible to resist across realms.
Li Chengdi was a Quasi-Emperor at the eighth level. Even in the Netherworld, he was a regional overlord, second only to those Emperor-level Nether Kings.
The mindless skeletons below naturally sensed the threat and instinctively chose submission.
"Thankfully, the Nether Emperor enlightened me and awakened most of my past-life memories. Otherwise, I would probably still be struggling in the Nether Sea." Li Chengdi secretly rejoiced.
Skeletons with memories and skeletons without memories were two complete extremes.
Even if a skeleton with memories retained only a little, it at least possessed cultivation experience from its past life. It could absorb nether energy on its own and could even use divine abilities. Its strength grew far faster than those ordinary skeletons that could only absorb soul flames.
Of course, for someone like Li Chengdi to reach the eighth level of Quasi-Emperor in merely