After withdrawing the entire camp, Tang Changsheng left all the tedious arrangements that followed to Yuan Wu and Zhangtai.
This trip to the Netherworld had truly brought in a fortune!
He had gained twenty or thirty Spirit Ghosts alone. Almost the last of the essence the Lower River City God's Underworld Office had accumulated over centuries had fallen into his hands.
"What a pity. I'd hoped to seize the City God's domain in the Netherworld while I had the chance... The Founding Patriarch of my General's Temple had coveted it dearly back then!"
In those days, relations between the Three Families of Xiajiang and the General's Temple had been rather tense from the outset.
On one side, the General's Temple coveted the position of Lower River City God. On the other, Lower River City God was furious that the General's Temple had set itself up as an independent power and refused to obey the Underworld Office.
If they had not been in the Southern Seas, where so many Evil Gods and ghosts forced them to coexist peacefully, the two sides might well have come to blows!
"No matter. There may be plenty of blood-tainted ghosts in the Underworld Office, but I can wipe them out eventually.
"But what method did that Blood Demon use to corrupt an entire Underworld Office, dozens of slumbering ghostly gods, and tens of thousands of ghosts?"
The Blood Demon could not have done that with his own cultivation. He must have used some sinister treasure!
That meant a source of contamination still lay somewhere inside the Underworld Office. Until he removed it, the place would remain a dead zone he could not occupy.
Tang Changsheng reflected that he had come back with a great deal to do. Refining all those Divine Offices alone would probably