Rustle!
Wang Quan closed the Imperial Scripture and sat in a daze for a long while.
This Martial Emperor's autobiography in the Imperial Scripture was very simple.
She had spent most of her life cultivating martial arts.
Only later had she found the time to enjoy her own life.
Unfortunately, she had died not long after she began enjoying it.
The Peach Blossom Martial Emperor had not said whether the Young Master or a chaos creature had killed her.
But either possibility meant she was dead.
Only... why had the belongings of the Peach Blossom Martial Emperor, who had died thirty-three eras ago, appeared in another world, in a future era?
He scratched his head and ears, unable to make sense of it. In the end, he could only conclude that the Golden Treasure Trove the Heavenly Demon Tiger had created was mysterious and terrifying.
A long while later, he rose to see the twelve Second Layer Ghost Gods.
The Ghost Gods of the Second Layer of the Underworld stood around the altar, their forms as large as mountains.
Their bodies had begun turning to stone.
Around them were still more Second Layer Ghost Gods.
These Ghost Gods of the Second Layer of the Underworld had descended through the newly opened passage.
The newcomers carved all manner of ghostly scrawls onto the Ghost Gods whose bodies were solidifying. Some even burned their own souls and flesh to empower those scrawls.
Their burning was different from having their limbs severed or blasted apart.
They burned themselves through secret arts, permanently losing those portions.
Even as Ghost Gods, they would need a very, very long time to recover them bit by bit.
Now, seeing Wang Quan, they hurriedly saluted.
Wang Quan nodded and asked these Ghost Gods, "What do you plan to