Outside the Netherworld's Jiangbei Branch Bureau, the old security guard who had watched over it for nearly a hundred years walked with a coffin on his back, carrying the impending calamity far away.
This was the last time he would shelter this branch bureau.
Four Great Grandmasters stayed close beside him, their eyes filled with complicated emotions and gravity.
The breakthrough of the world's last practitioner of ghost cultivation had undoubtedly drawn the attention of every faction. Some wanted to prevent such a powerful being from emerging in the Nine Provinces, some had their sights on the evil corpse he would leave behind if he failed, and some harbored unknown purposes...
All sides converged.
This was an upheaval destined to end in blood.
The old man seemed to understand this as well. Carrying his own coffin, unwilling to bring any trouble to this place, he made his way out of the city little by little, taking this "upheaval" away with him.
His aged body was somewhat stooped, and every step was agonizingly difficult.
Once the Soul-Suppressing Coffin was moved, more than half its suppressive power had dissipated.
Eerie noises came from inside the coffin.
Uncle Wei's back bent further and further under the weight, and every step left a deep footprint.
The Great Grandmasters could not help him.
The contest between the evil corpse and the old man had already begun at this moment. Whether he lived or died, it was not something they could intervene in.
All they could do was guard his flanks and eliminate every external factor!
The streets at four in the morning were empty and cold. The streetlights suddenly began flickering, then went out completely. Beneath the shadows, figures draped in black fur coats silently emerged.
"We're here to see you off, Uncle Wei!"
"We're