The Underworld, one of the seven Life Forbidden Zones still existing in the Universe, occupied the ancient, vast expanse of the Netherland. It was mysterious and powerful.
Netherworld Emperor Hall was the Daoist Grounds where Netherworld Venerable, founder of the Underworld, resided. It was one of the symbols of the entire Underworld, and the most revered, supreme place in the Netherland.
However, although Netherworld Venerable was the lord of the Underworld, almost everyone there knew that he had never liked mundane affairs. He usually traveled and cultivated in the Mortal World, his whereabouts difficult to trace. Thus, this magnificent hall was often left unused year after year, seldom opened.
Yet today, within this perpetually deserted Netherworld Emperor Hall, there were actually two and a half figures: a white-robed Daoist sat high upon a Dao Platform, his expression cold; a Black-Robed Fatty stood with his head lowered, smiling awkwardly; and an infant in swaddling clothes wore a complicated expression, abandoned to one side and ignored by the other two.
This strange scene made the atmosphere throughout Netherworld Emperor Hall particularly bizarre. Had any onlooker been present, they would surely have been left scratching their head, filled with bewilderment.
On the Dao Platform, the white-robed He Mu gazed coldly at Netherworld Venerable before him. He could not understand where this red-faced fat man had found the nerve to scheme against him like this.
For that courage and audacity alone, He Mu might have been unable to resist applauding Netherworld Venerable-if he himself had not been the one swindled this time.
As Netherworld Venerable sensed more and more "Heavenly Venerable killing intent" descending from above his head, his scalp immediately tightened. Who could have known that this formidable fellow would leave his post in the Undying Mountain and chase him straight to