"The Sutra Taker has left the Other Shore World, and the Northern Emperor has also departed — but the latter did not come to the Celestial Capital at the first moment, otherwise with His capabilities, He would have arrived in an instant."
Celestial Capital, Kong Residence.
Zhang Fusheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his brows furrowed, deep in thought.
Where did the Northern Emperor go?
What did He do?
He didn't know.
Such a figure was no longer someone he could track.
Thoughts turned over thousands of times, and Zhang Fusheng finally sighed softly, always feeling that a grand scene was unfolding, closely related to this Netherworld.
"The changes in the Netherworld are definitely not that simple."
Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath, his thoughts slowly sinking into the Divine Realm.
The Divine Realm was no longer peaceful.
In the Nine Nether Realm, countless souls and ghosts had already accumulated, wandering aimlessly day and night, with no end in sight;
