[At the age of three hundred, you reached the peak of the Ghost King.]
[At the age of three hundred and thirty, you perfectly entered the Ghost Venerable Realm.]
Netherworld
In the vast, seemingly endless Ghost City that sprawled across the mountains.
All the ghostly beings lowered their heads, kneeling on one knee and supporting themselves with one hand, their faces filled with fervent expression.
At the highest point of this boundless Ghost City.
The figure on the throne began to grow infinitely large.
As if the entire power of the Land of Netherworld was being devoured by him.
Zhao Fu's white robes issued a howling sound with the rampant Yin wind.
In his eyes, it seemed as though the pupils had disappeared.
Leaving only a pair of silver-blue flames.
Nine Nether Ghost Eyes!
He flicked his garments, the white drapery seemed to cover the entire sky.
In an instant, his aura broke through.
A massive column of Yin Qi shot up from the ground.
