"No matter. If you still feel like talking, Your Majesty, we can let them wait." Gu Yuanqing also raised his head and glanced up.
This stretch of space-time lay between the Spirit Realm and the Netherworld. The King of the Underworld's power had frozen this world, but Gu Yuanqing had comprehended the Way of Space and bound himself to a Grotto-Heaven. The connection between his divine souls far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.
Thus, he could also vaguely sense an avatar approaching.
The King of the Underworld shook his head with a smile. "Forget it. We'll have other chances to talk. So much time has passed that the Interminable Ghost Mother may soon sense something has changed here."
Gu Yuanqing asked tentatively, "Your Majesty seems unwilling to let them know you met with me?"
The King of the Underworld gave him a meaningful look. "At your present level, meeting me does you no good."
Gu Yuanqing's heart trembled slightly. Though those words spelled nothing out, he had heard much between the lines.
After a long silence, he laughed. "You're right, Your Majesty."
In the Spirit Realm, outside the Myriad Banners Netherworld Great Formation.
The cultivators withdrew their gazes from the corpses and turned their attention to the Myriad Banners Netherworld Great Formation itself.
Amid the eerie green flames, they could vaguely make out a strange altar formed from countless stark white bone banners. Above it floated the phantom of an ancient lamp emitting a dim halo, manifested from the Nine Nether Lamp's power.
Everyone present was a great cultivator. Almost all had studied array formations, and their attainments were considerable.
Still, Ji Shan remained foremost among them in the art of formations.
Patterns of the nine palaces and eight trigrams revolved in his eyes. After observing carefully for a