The Underworld, at the entrance to the Ancient Heavenly Road.
A curved peak surged from the earth and pierced the clouds above an endless sea of blood, like a divine spear of slaughter holding up heaven and earth!
At its summit, Ancestor God Wudao stood with his hands behind his back.
His white hair streamed down like the Milky Way and whipped in the wind. His deep eyes watched the clouds gather and scatter without a ripple of emotion.
Behind him, the Underworld Clan's mighty figures trembled. Every one of them bowed their heads and bent at the waist like condemned prisoners returning from defeat. Where was the arrogance they had shown when they set out?
The Void Cave Devil Emperor wore a bitter expression and forced himself to report, "Ancestor God! After entering the Immortal Ancient Battlefield as ordered, we wasted no time. We headed straight for the Shattering Void Demon Tomb to support Ghost Emperor Fengdu."
"Who could have known Shen Yun would block our path? That brat single-handedly defeated three overlords in succession, and Brother Nether River was slain! We... we had no choice but to withdraw first to preserve the Underworld Clan's last embers. Please judge us fairly, Ancestor God!"
"..."
His account was drenched in tears, and with a face even more miserable than one twisted by weeping, it was hard not to feel for him.
Ancestor God Wudao, however, remained unmoved.
His chiseled, stern face held the authority of one who looked down upon all the heavens. The pressure nearly suffocated the demons and left them more uneasy than ever.
"Enough. There were indeed reasons for what happened."
After a long silence, he finally turned, his voice carrying the weight of ten thousand mountains. "But the iron laws of the Underworld Clan cannot be