"This is still within Cloudtail Mountain's territory. There shouldn't be any hidden dangers!"
So it should be, he thought. He sped away, and soon the light began to fade. In the blink of an eye, he had left Cloudtail Mountain's territory, and no light remained.
Yet Tang Changsheng was a Yang Spirit True Person. Though only a sliver of his spirit had entered the Netherworld, he still radiated dazzling Divine Light like the sun.
"There shouldn't be a decent village or city for thousands of miles around Cloudtail Mountain. In other words, the Underworld's rule doesn't reach this far..."
No wonder both the Immortal Sects and the Heavenly Court had granted him troops. With no Underworld authority here, this was plainly a gaping hole...
Tang Changsheng understood that too. So before doing anything else, he had come to investigate the Netherworld.
He did not know how long he had traveled through the dark void. Just as unease began to drum in his chest and he was nearly too far away to sense his true body, a faint light appeared ahead.
It was nowhere near as bright as Cloudtail Mountain, but at least it was no longer utter darkness. Menacing mountains rose amid jagged rocks shaped like Malicious Ghosts. Astral Wind swept through them, howling like ghosts.
I must have entered the Wilds...
He had barely formed the thought when a roar rang out: "Who dares trespass on the Rubble Rock Ghost King's territory?"
A column of Ghost Aura shot skyward and condensed into a Tattered Malicious Ghost some thirty feet tall, with several human heads tied around his waist.
Tang Changsheng was a little startled. He had only wandered into the wild Netherworld, yet he had already encountered a Ghost Creature as powerful as a Ghost King. The Wilds truly