Before he could even finish speaking, another wave of cheers erupted. The vast City God Underworld Office still held a great many Bloodstained Ghosts, and clearing them all out would be no easy task.
But from Tang Changsheng's words, they could already picture themselves transformed into Ghost Gods of the Netherworld Office.
Tang Changsheng merely smiled faintly. He could not leave matters there just yet. Now that the City God Underworld Office was in his hands, affairs in the Mortal World had to follow.
At that moment, the Three Families of Xiajiang were looking at the wreckage inside the City God Temple, on the verge of tears.
The leaders of all three families had rushed over, each wearing a face as though a parent had died. No matter how much power they held, when something threatened the very foundations their ancestors had laid, they had to come and see for themselves.
"Has anyone seen Master Tang?" Chen Weicai asked, wringing his hands anxiously.
Of the three family heads, Chen Weicai was the youngest and the least able to keep his composure. He was the most visibly agitated now.
In truth, the other two family heads, Fan Jiren and Deng Yungong, were little better. They had cast their usual calm to the nine heavens.
Every great Deity Statue in the City God Temple had shattered. Worse still, since the Thunderbolt, the same news had come from temples across Great Chu and even from shrines and temples around the world.
Investigations had found that the Thunderbolt which swept across the entire world was no ordinary event. It might have been the legendary Dao-Cutting Tribulation.
Though no one knew why such a calamity had suddenly appeared, the three families understood that their ancestors might have perished completely in that Tribulation Lightning.
Their ancestors