Emperor's Tomb City!
The imperial capital of the Western Ghost God Emperor.
It was suspected of holding the previous generation of Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions suppressed beneath it.
To the beings of the Underworld, this news was actually nothing much.
Especially the matter of suppressing the previous generation of Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions-to many beings of the Underworld, that was a joke.
Even ghost gods believed that the Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions had existed since time immemorial, had never been replaced, and had no such thing as a previous generation.
Only particularly ancient ghost god bloodlines like the Death-Heralding Ravens had vaguely preserved a few legends.
As for whether they were true, even they did not know.
Thus, few bloodline ghost gods took it to heart.
Wang Quan, however, took this matter to heart.
Because the Daoist Scriptures recorded that the Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions in the Underworld lived not in imperial capitals, but on divine mountains.
"The Daoist Scriptures have been passed down for so long. They couldn't possibly be wrong!"
"The legend in Daoist Two Ravens' bloodline wasn't wrong: the previous generation of Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions probably really did die."
"This Emperor's Tomb City probably really does hold the corpses of the previous generation of Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions suppressed beneath it."
At this thought, Wang Quan grew inexplicably excited. "If I dug up the corpses of the previous generation of Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions, how chaotic would the Underworld become?"
"But where are the corpses of the Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions?"
"Under the city? There's something like a river of stars down there!"
"In the sky?"
"The sky is pitch-black, endless, a stretch of nothingness."
For a while, he scratched