How could he destroy this strand of Tang San's divine sense?
Ever since awakening his martial soul at six, Xu Qingjia had been pondering that question.
After all, he had little time to develop to begin with. This strand of Tang San's divine sense was a colossal shit-stirrer, the hidden hand manipulating this entire era. If possible, Xu Qingjia naturally wanted to ban him outright.
But how could he fight a God King?
He had to defeat magic with magic!
He had to counter a God King with something on at least the same level!
The closest thing at hand was his Book of Life and Death.
Next came the Silver Dragon King. After all, she had once been a God King-level powerhouse. Surely she couldn't really be as pathetic as she was in the original story.
After that came not the Abyssal Sage King, but the Netherworld.
The Abyssal Sage King wasn't on a high enough level, and he was firmly on the opposing side. Cooperation was simply impossible.
But what about the world of the Netherworld?
Both its description in the original story as an existence standing opposite the Divine Realm and Elder Yi's personal experiences proved how extraordinary it was.
In particular, Elder Yi had told him that the Netherworld's aura wore down souls of different levels differently. The stronger the being, the stronger the backlash it provoked from that aura, rather like an immune system. This was all drawn from his own experience. If the erosion he endured were inflicted on an ordinary soul, it would be completely obliterated in no time.
The final destination of departed souls.
An existence comparable to the Divine Realm.
Xu Qingjia had a bold idea.
On the outskirts of Eastsea City.
"What are you trying to do?!" An extremely ominous