The entire Netherworld Office shook. In moments, Ghost Gods came from every quarter and bowed at Tang Changsheng's feet. "We pay our respects, True Person!"
Wishfire burned in Tang Changsheng's hand, while behind him a halo shone like a full moon, emanating an air of profound mystery.
More astonishing still, that Round-Light Vision held a faint trace of Pure Yang. When its light fell on the Ghost Gods, they could almost feel it prickling their skin.
Awe seized them all. They had not seen the True Person in so long, and he had already reached such a realm!
"Where is the City God Sovereign?"
"The Divine Lord has been in seclusion. He hasn't emerged in many years," Du Song answered carefully.
Once, Du Song had been no more than a Wild Ghost. As a scholar, he had retained a glimmer of spirit and had not yet lost his wits.
But that was all. He had wandered the wilderness until he began following Tang Changsheng. Now he headed a division of the Lower River City God, and his cultivation had nearly reached the Illusory Spirit Realm, surpassing even Tang Changsheng's level back then by quite a margin.
Thus, before Tang Changsheng, he was respectful in the extreme and answered without holding anything back.
In seclusion for so long? Tang Changsheng was a little surprised. Could something have happened to the Protector King Divine General?
No, probably not. Could he still be absorbing that Divine Core? That's entirely possible!
While Tang Changsheng pondered, King Shangyang stepped forward and declared, "True Person, have you come back this time to lead us in a grand campaign?
"Damn it, this is suffocating! We've had to watch that blasted Heavenly Court seize cities and territory, expanding its power everywhere, while we stay trapped in this tiny