The Divine King Seal Acknowledges Its Master! The Six Abyssal Generals, All Titled!

Silver Poplar Grove.

Rift entrance.

Last time, the roots of the ten-thousand-year spirit trees had been tangled so densely that they needed the Void Throne to release a pulse and unlock them.

This time, before Su Chen even approached, the roots parted on their own.

The glowing veins shifted from blue to gold as dozens of thick spirit tree roots withdrew to either side, deferentially making way for their commander.

Jiang Tieyi munched on a wild fruit he had picked along the way and muttered, "Last time, you had to open the door yourself. This time, we just got in with facial recognition."

"Last time, we were guests." Ye Linglong's crimson eyes swept across the retreating roots. "This time, we are the masters."

The seven of them entered the rift.

The pressure of the first six levels no longer posed any obstacle to the Abyss Seven Generals, all of whom had now reached the eight-ring Soul Douluo level. The stairs that Jiang Tieyi had needed to carry Chu Yao and Ling Shuang down last time were now traversed by everyone with steady steps and unruffled breathing.

As Chu Yao passed the third level, she deliberately glanced at Jiang Tieyi.

Jiang Tieyi immediately raised both hands. "Didn't carry you. Didn't carry you."

Chu Yao withdrew her gaze, and the Gu insects hidden in her sleeves settled down somewhat.

The seventh level.

A circular altar.

Everything had changed.

The stone statue whose face had been worn smooth by time now slowly began to reveal its features. High brow ridges, deep-set eye sockets, and a cold, hard jawline.

An ancient face that bore a fifty percent resemblance to Su Chen.

Mo Qianye looked at the statue for a moment longer, then looked at Su Chen without saying anything.

At the statue's chest floated