Lin Mo drew a deep breath and said solemnly, "Saint King, I came to help the Immortal Realm fight the Heavenly Calamity Devil Ancestor."
"The Heavenly Calamity Devil Ancestor unleashed the Nether Prison Calamity, intending to rule all the lower planes. To shatter his scheme, I forcibly tore open the Plane Barrier, intending to lead the Coalition Army of the lower planes into the Netherworld and fight him to the death."
The Saint King froze for a moment, then looked at the vast Coalition Army filling the sky. Intense excitement shone in his once-dim, lifeless eyes.
"Back then, to fight Xuantian Nether Venerable, I swallowed humiliation and shouldered the burden, laying plans for years. Only by making myself a piece on the board and staking my life did I finally slay him."
"To think that now, you can tear open the Plane Barrier outright and lead the cultivators of the lower planes into the middle planes."
"Back then... I truly judged you well!"
Lin Mo could not help asking, "Saint King, why are you here?"
"I clearly remember you perishing together with Xuantian Nether Venerable in the final moments of the war."
"How did you end up in the middle planes, reduced to such a state?"
The Saint King's expression was anguished as he said hoarsely, "I do not know either."
"After Xuantian Nether Venerable and I perished together, a voice guided me. It claimed it could grant me a chance at rebirth, allowing me to ascend, attain the Dao, and enter the middle planes."
"But the moment I arrived in the middle planes, I was imprisoned here. All my cultivation was destroyed, and no matter what I tried, I could not break free."
Seeing the Saint King's despair and helplessness, Lin Mo could not help feeling stunned.
He knew