The robed figure looked at Chen Hao, then bit open his own finger, and used his blood to inscribe a talisman seal on Chen Hao's body.

What he inscribed was a grand blood ritual for soul recovery, capable of accelerating the restoration of the Yin Soul within Chen Hao's soul element clone.

Even though it only took a drop of blood, the figure in the robe turned pale and was extremely weak after completing the talisman seal.

Seeing this, Ye Yuqiao, who was standing by, became very curious. The last time the robed man appeared, he had fought against King Shuanglin and King Wumeng, displaying powerful Yin Yang Arts. However, today he seemed so feeble after just drawing one talisman seal. She didn't know whether it was because the seal drained a lot of his spirit and mana, or because of the blood loss.

At this moment, she once again carefully looked the robed man over and noticed that he possessed both Yin Qi and Yang Energy, but his Yin Soul was nowhere to be seen. All in all, the state of his soul was quite peculiar—not human, not ghost, but more like a Mixed Soul Element.

For a time, Ye Yuqiao's curiosity about the man in the robe redoubled.

"All right, I should be going back now," the robed man suddenly spoke up, interrupting Ye Yuqiao from her thoughts.

"You really don't want to clear up your identity and origins for me?" Ye Yuqiao looked at the robed man with a plaintive gaze, assuming a pitiful expression.

The robed man chuckled and said, "Don't pretend to be aggrieved, it doesn't suit you at all. Actually, there's quite a big difference between you and her in terms of personality. You are more clever and lively, while she is more melancholic and sensitive."

"Which one do you like more?"

"I like them both," the robed man replied quickly, "After all, they're identically beautiful goddesses."

Ye Yuqiao rolled her eyes at the robed man and couldn't help but murmur, "Naughty!"

"By the way, Chen Hao might wake up in a month at the earliest, three months at the latest."

With those words, the robed man transformed into a golden light that surged into Chen Hao's right eye.

"How annoying, to just leave like that!" Ye Yuqiao stomped her foot and her smiling face turned red with feigned anger.

She walked to the bedside and sat down, then slowly leaned onto Chen Hao's chest and closed her eyes, saying, "Chen Hao, there's only one Ye Yuqiao in this world, and that's me. I am your Yuqiao!"

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In the Netherworld, inside Wind Shelter Valley.

Qian Feng was frowning thoughtfully in his chair.

Just last night, he had firmly believed that Zhao Chong and Zhou Ke would come with Niu Tou and Ma Mian to pledge loyalty to him. But within a single day, so many surprises had occurred:

First, King Wanfa had died;

Then, Chen Hao also died, perishing together with King Wanfa;

Last, the people of the Zhao and Zhou families had arrived at Huiyin Mountain, successfully joining forces with the secret army of seventy thousand that the Zhao Family had recruited. Moreover, it was rumored that Huiyin Mountain, which was once barren because of the magma and flames hidden beneath the surface, had miraculously transformed into a lush green mountain.

With the advantageous terrain of Huiyin Mountain lying to the west of the Endless Sea, close to the Polar Ice Land in the north, and leaning on the Great Yin Mountain Range in the south, the allied forces of the Zhao and Zhou families would form a power strong enough to contend against the Ghost King Battalion. And among their ranks were formidable fighters like Niu Tou and Ma Mian, comparable to a battalion of ten thousand men, as well as the mysterious woman who had the power to destroy the Nether King Palace single-handedly.

After a long period of contemplation, Qian Feng muttered to himself, "Is that kid Chen Hao really dead? What about her then?"

He looked worried.

But his eyes were still as hazy as a lost person's, still concealing his inner thoughts from others.

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In the eastern district of Netherworld City.

Inside a room. Just like Qian Feng, the Ghost King too was seated before a writing desk, his brows deeply furrowed. However, he was not lost in thought, but instead piecing together four fragments on the desk.

These four puzzle pieces were his reward for defeating the physical embodiment of the Ancestor of the Nether King's powers in the Demon-Sealing Scroll. For the past decade or so, his so-called secluded cultivation was in fact a continuous search for these puzzle pieces within the Demon-Sealing Scroll.

Once these fragments were completely assembled, they would form a map leading to a place—the ancient city.

Beside these four pieces was a Demon-Sealing Scroll that had yet to be unfurled. Eighteen years ago, after escaping from the Gate of the Nether King, the Ghost King first dispatched people to find four Demon-Sealing Scrolls among the common folk, and then obtained another one from Sun Shouyi, the Clan Leader of the Sun Family, one of the Eight Great Clans.

Having acquired these five Demon-Sealing Scrolls, the Ghost King entered them under the guise of secluded cultivation. He had initially planned to re-emerge after collecting all five scrolls. However, due to the chaos in the Netherworld that year, with his rule under threat, he had no choice but to put this matter aside temporarily and leave seclusion to address the turmoil within the Netherworld, having only gathered four pieces of the map to the ancient city.

"Where exactly is this ancient city!" the Ghost King murmured to himself while looking at the four pieces that refused to yield any clues no matter how they were assembled, his mood somewhat anxious.

He picked up the unopened Demon-Sealing Scroll and added, "I wonder when I will have the chance to enter this scroll."

After finishing his words, he tucked the Demon-Sealing Scroll into his sleeve and then carefully folded the four fragments, placing them inside his chest.

"The other three scrolls, one is with Zhao Chong, one with Zhou Ke, and the last in the hands of Qian Feng. I must hurry to eliminate them and obtain those three scrolls."

Not long after, just as the Ghost King was about to extinguish the candle stand, suddenly, the door was burst open, and Yi Ning stormed in furiously.

The Ghost King was instantly livid. Inside the Netherworld, no one dared to barge into his room so recklessly. Had it been anyone else, by this time he would have utterly erased them from existence, leaving neither their Primordial Spirit nor their Primordial Soul.

But this was Yi Ning, the daughter of the dead King Ning, the child he watched grow up. Thus, not only did he withhold blame, but he quickly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Uncle Ghost King, why!" Yi Ning questioned loudly, standing before him, "Why won't King Shuanglin and King Wumeng send troops to kill Chen Hao when he's clearly in the Netherworld!"

"Yi Ning, Chen Hao might already be dead!" the Ghost King said gravely.

"You said it yourself, it's just a possibility!" Yi Ning retorted, her eyes red with anger.

The Ghost King sighed sorrowfully and after a long silence, he finally said, "Let's wait and see. If that young man isn't dead by then, we can discuss it."

"Discuss?" Yi Ning scoffed with disdain. "What's there to discuss? To put it bluntly, Uncle, you just can't handle him. My father, King Xin, King Mieji and King Wanfa, these four men you relied on, all died at his hands, and yet you..."

"Silence!" the Ghost King roared, slamming his hand on the desk, "I will decide on these matters myself; there's no need for your reminders."

Perhaps she was frightened by the Ghost King's sudden outburst, or overwhelmed by the sadness of being unable to avenge her father, Yi Ning immediately broke down in tears.

After crying for a while, her voice hoarse and trembling, Yi Ning said, "From now on, I will seek revenge for my father myself; I won't rely on you anymore!"

Having said that, Yi Ning left, crying, like an arrow shot from a bow.

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