After slaying the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, Qin Tian raised his eyes and swept his gaze toward the white ancient city. He too had heard that sound ringing throughout the cosmos.
Another Nine-Child Ghost Mother sat within the white ancient city. Nine Serenities emerald flames coiled around him, a phoenix crown rested on his head, and green hair flew wildly. He had eighteen ghostly hands and was steering the white ancient city.
To the Underworld, the so-called Nine-Child Ghost Mothers were merely mass-produced yin spirits. Take a trip through the starry sky this year, collect some corpses, and plant a batch of yin spirits; a hundred thousand years later, a whole crop of them would grow. Nine-Child Ghost Mothers, acquired yin spirits-every variety was available. It was a business requiring no capital at all.
After all, Shrouding the Heavens might lack other things, but never corpses. Find any populous starfield, walk a few steps, and there would be piles of bones, let alone for an organized, disciplined corpse-collecting organization like the Underworld.
Rumble! The coffin slowly opened, and a humanoid creature stepped out. He stood a hundred feet tall, his entire body blue-black, with densely packed scales fitted over him like armor.
He looked like a creature stitched together, bizarre to the extreme. He had a human torso and an enormous head, even his face covered in armor-like scales. Blood-red hair grew from his head, and eight enormous horns rose among its strands, occupying everything from his temples to his skull and the back of his head, hideous and terrifying.
An enormous tail trailed behind him, also a hundred feet long. Its blue scales gleamed coldly, and it resembled a crocodile's tail. His feet were like an elephant's, heavy and powerful, making space rumble beneath his tread, while his hands were