The entire underworld looks much livelier than before.
Zheng Fa walked past Wangsi City and even saw a few familiar souls he didn't quite recognize.
Upon closer inspection, they seem to be disciples who died from the Tianhe Sect years ago. Last time he saw them, they exuded intense resentment, their faces twisted, making them hard to recognize.
Now, these people were shouting, driving some bewildered souls who had just entered the underworld, still heavy with resentment on their faces—as if dealing with foolish clients at work, at the brink of collapse.
Leaving Wangsi City, he climbed Yin Mountain. The hall at the peak used to be the Sect Leader's hall of the Tianhe Sect, but the Nine Nether Emperor didn't seem to want to change it, merely replacing the plaque with one inscribed "Palace of Darkness."
Deep within the palace, the Nine Nether Emperor was seated in the hall, not lifting his head, busily marking on the Book of Life and Death.
"Emperor, Master Zheng is here."
