"Why were there so many people?"
Hao Cang frowned.
The entrance to the Emperor Palace was right above them.
But there were far too many people here!
The cultivators below were packed densely together, almost all in the Nascent Soul Realm, numbering well over a hundred thousand.
"Hiss..." At the sight of them, He Pingsheng sucked in a cold breath too.
Good heavens.
Were all these people hoping to enter the Emperor Palace?
Simply put, they were all hoping someone inside would bring out spare tokens to trade.
How long would they have to wait-until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?
They might not get in even after a hundred years!
"Fellow Daoist..." He Pingsheng looked at a nearby cultivator at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, cupped his hands, and asked sincerely, "Might I trouble you with a question or two?"
"What do you want to ask?" The man's expression was somewhat unfriendly.
He Pingsheng took two high-grade spirit stones out of his pocket and handed them over.
Only then did the cultivator chuckle and say, "Fellow Daoist... ask away. As long as I know the answer, I'll tell you everything I know and leave nothing unsaid!"
"Good!" He Pingsheng asked, "Are you hoping to enter the Emperor Palace too, Fellow Daoist?"
"Of course!" the cultivator said. "Who wouldn't want to get in? Even if you gain no other benefits in the Emperor Palace, legend has it that there are countless Daoist laws inside to comprehend. In a hundred years, you could comprehend plenty of Daoist laws!"
"You might even break through three to five layers of Dao obstacles!"
The Netherworld Great Emperor had been a Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivator in ancient times.
After his death, many Daoist laws were certain to