After waiting for several months, everything in the Netherworld finally settled.
Luo Feng Mountain was completely rebuilt.
Zi Ji received homage from all directions, truly becoming the master of the Netherworld, a new generation of the Nether Emperor.
But her mood was terrible.
Because she knew, the closer it got to this day, the closer it was to the moment of departure.
She looked reluctantly at her senior brothers and sisters, and everyone, Lao Huang, Blackhead Duck, Ancient Phoenix...
"It's time to go." Chen Pingping smiled, looking at Zi Ji indulgently, "You've grown, already the master of the Netherworld, overseeing one side. You should shoulder the responsibility and lead the Netherworld towards a stronger path."
Zi Ji: "..."
No matter how strong she was, she was still a disciple of the Wuji Sect, Chen Pingping's little junior sister.
She never even thought of becoming some Nether Emperor.
