Hearing that Chen Hao was in the Netherworld, Yi Ning immediately felt overwhelming surprise and delight.

"Ghost King, are you telling the truth? Chen Hao is in the Netherworld?"

The Ghost King nodded with a smile, his eyes revealing an unusual tenderness.

"Then take me to kill him right away!"

"Alright!" agreed the Ghost King, his tone then sharply changing, "But first you must tell uncle where King Ning's forces are hiding."

A glint of suspicion flashed through Yi Ning's eyes as she cautiously responded, "After uncle helps me kill him, I will naturally lead King Ning's forces to join uncle."

The face of the Ghost King darkened, a displeasure stirring within him.

"Do you think uncle would deceive you?" the Ghost King asked, frowning.

Yi Ning shook her head, explaining, "It's not that Yi Ning doesn't believe uncle, but rather she doesn't trust anyone's words. Isn't uncle also mistrustful of Yi Ning? Otherwise, why insist that Yi Ning hand over King Ning's forces before agreeing to take her to Chen Hao?"

At a loss for words, the Ghost King then sighed heavily with disappointment, "If that's the case, uncle will take you to kill that boy Chen Hao first."

With that, the Ghost King took Yi Ning by the hand.

But just then, suddenly, the Ghost King felt an ancient and cold Spiritual Power rapidly approaching.

In an instant, the Ghost King's pupils constricted, his expression grim, wondering who possessed such a powerful ancient Spiritual Power.

Looking up toward the source of the Yin Qi Spiritual Power, the Ghost King saw the mass of Spiritual Power closing in on him and Yi Ning had turned into a surge of crimson flames.

Startled, he quickly moved with Yi Ning to a spot over a hundred meters to the left, avoiding the blaze.

However, King Ning's tomb, along with the adjacent tombs of King Xin and King Mieji, was not so lucky; the tombstones were burned into lime, then dispersed by the wind.

"Ah!" Seeing this, Yi Ning cried out in alarm. Although only some clothes and utensils used by King Ning during his lifetime lay within the tombs, they were the only place left where she could feel any closeness to King Ning.

Fury consumed the Ghost King as a deadly light flashed in his eyes. King Ning was his sworn brother; how could he tolerate King Ning's tomb being desecrated after his death, especially right before him.

The Ghost King roared, and a murky and cold Spiritual Power surged out of him, shooting into the sky.

"Whoosh!" A sound like raging winds roaring furiously came from the high sky where the Ghost King's Spiritual Power collided with that ancient and grim Spiritual Power.

Yi Ning saw the air surge like relentless waves.

It wasn't until the waves gradually subsided that the one who possessed the grim ancient Spiritual Power finally appeared, descending from the heavens before the Ghost King and Yi Ning.

Seeing the man with snow-white long hair and a weather-beaten face, the Ghost King instantly realized that this person was none other than King Nanlin, who had recently escaped from the Netherworld's gateway prison. The Ghost King had heard from the Great Ancestor of the Nether King, thousands of years before, that King Nanlin was imprisoned beneath the gateway of the Netherworld, though he had never seen King Nanlin's true face.

The Dark Law King once told him that not long after King Nanlin escaped from the prison below the Netherworld's gateway, he personally went to the mortal world to capture Chen Hao and brought him to the twisted forest in the southern Netherworld. It was also then that the mysterious woman with the blood of the Netherworld Azure Bird first appeared, rushing to Chen Hao's rescue.

Afterward, King Nanlin, having been burned by the mysterious woman's flames, fled. As for why he took Chen Hao into the Netherworld, it remained unknown.

"You are King Nanlin!" the Ghost King declared with a menacing look, his icy tone tinged with anger.

He was controlling the fury within his heart.

King Nanlin nodded, revealing a sinister smile, "You're the Ghost King, aren't you?"

The Ghost King gave a noncommittal grunt in response.

"There's something you might not know. When my third brother found you, I was right beside him."

"What!" The Ghost King's tone was extremely agitated. As for the origin of his own identity, he had only learned from the Great Ancestor of the Nether King that he was picked up during the Ancestor's conquest of the Netherworld. As for when or where he was found, since the Ancestor of the Nether King had not mentioned it, the Ghost King had not dared to ask.

For a person, especially one who could live for tens of thousands of years, the greatest sorrow is over three things: first, not knowing where one comes from; second, not knowing where one is going; third, not knowing what one is to become. Among these three, the Ghost King could only be sure of the last two, remaining ignorant about his origins.

Therefore, this had always been the answer he desperately wanted to know.

"Where did you find me at that time?"

"Want to know? Back then, we were—" King Nanlin stopped mid-sentence, deliberately teasing the Ghost King. "If you want to know, then first tell me, where did you obtain the power of the Nether King within you?"

A faint blue light flickered in the Ghost King's eyes as he sighed, "So that's what you're here for."

Having said that, the Ghost King looked up at the sky and asked again, "Why did you descend from the heavens? Could it be that there are some unknown places above?"

King Nanlin remained silent, smiling.

At the very top of this sky, within tens of thousands of meters of gas layers that never dispersed, there were indeed many wells. These wells were unevenly distributed, with the openings well-hidden. Each well was interconnected with others and some were even sloped.

King Nanlin called these Heavenly Wells. A month ago, after his back was burned by the flames spat by a woman using Purgatory Fire, he had hidden in one of the wells to extinguish the fire. It took him more than twenty days to completely eliminate the heat that had invaded his body.

And the source of the well water in the Heavenly Wells was from a melting ice and snow in the Polar Ice Land located in the north of the Netherworld continent. Only the water from there could extinguish the Purgatory Fire emitted by the woman.

At that moment, suddenly, the Yin Qi Spiritual Power around the Ghost King surged violently, and then his entire form expanded, eventually morphing into a huge howling beast.

"Howl!" He first roared at King Nanlin, then said, "If you don't speak, I will tear you to shreds."

"I've already told you, if you want to know, first tell me where the Nether King's Power within you comes from," said King Nanlin, with a faint smile on his face.

Suddenly, the enormous beast that the Ghost King had become gently bumped Yi Ning beside him, who was then sent flying and ultimately entered through the beast's right ear.

Immediately afterwards, the beast howled, causing the ground to shake and the mountains to tremble.

"A mere beast thinks to tear me apart," King Nanlin laughed arrogantly, "That would be underestimating me, King Nanlin, too much."

At that, King Nanlin fiercely scratched at his own left chest with his left hand, leaving three vivid red blood marks.

Simultaneously, the Ghost King lunged towards him with his sharp claws raised.

King Nanlin's body shook, he thrust his chest forward, and red blood sprayed from the three wounds on his chest. Instantly, the sprayed blood solidified, turning into thick, blood-red roots, swiftly extending towards the Ghost King, like a multitude of striking serpents.

The Ghost King's mouth opened wide, revealing sharp teeth.

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