As for the alliance of the Thirteen-Road Demon Kings, those demons were honest and dependable, but Tang Changsheng did not expect much from them.
The two Ghost Kings returned to the Netherworld. Once they had left the Blessed Land of Cloudtail Mountain, Ghost King Li asked, "Big brother, what should we do?"
"This is a rare opportunity. We must give it everything we have. No matter how many ordinary Yin Soldiers and Ghost Soldiers we gather, our lord won't think much of them. If we want him to see us in a new light, we need another way..."
"What way?"
"I know of a group of Netherworld Giants deep in the Wilds..."
"What?" Ghost King Li started. "You mean the Sleeping Grounds? That place is far too dangerous!"
"How can we catch a tiger cub without entering its den? If we take no risks, how will we win extraordinary merit before our lord?" the Ghost King Qibi said fiercely. "Do you want to spend your whole life holed up in this backwater corner of the Wilds? We have a chance to become regular troops of the Heavenly Court. How could we let it pass?"
His words stirred Ghost King Li as well. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Then let's risk it! I have some connection with the Sun-Eating Ghost Venerable. Why don't I pay him a visit and see if I can persuade him to submit to our lord?"
"What the hell? Have you lost your mind?" The Ghost King Qibi stared at him, dumbstruck. He had thought himself mad enough, but his brother was even madder!
Who was the Sun-Eating Ghost Venerable? He was a being on the level of a True Immortal, an old ghost whose name had been known for tens of thousands of years...
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