The promise of the past life made, the Taoist Ancestor's mood brightened considerably. He stood up and walked step by step into the distance, as if measuring this space.
But after a few steps, he disappeared. The rules of this place were peculiar.
The Netherworld King slowly opened her tightly closed eyes and took a step forward, her delicate hand resting on Su He's corpse.
Her Tao cultivation could not compare to her teacher's. With the teacher absent, she had to protect this corpse herself.
The past life tilted its head, watching her.
A strange expression flickered in the Netherworld King's eyes. In the outside world, who would dare look at her like this? Not to mention her identity as the Netherworld King, just the aura forged from eons of killing would make ordinary people dare not approach.
A spirit soul from outside the domain, with inherent traits?
Origin...
Could it be that one day it might grow as powerful as the teacher?
Surely not!
