The sunset glowed from the west.

In the Dayang Mountains, at Falling Shade Mountain.

Having rested for a full day and night, the soldiers who hurriedly arrived from the Huiyin Mountain Range and Duan Mountain the previous night had all recovered their strength.

Accompanied by the five major clans, Ye Yuqiao descended from the mountaintop and came before the ten thousand soldiers.

She was about to announce her return as the Fourth Generation Underworld King before the crowd.

The six of them stepped onto a piece of high ground, so that even the soldiers in the farthest row could see them.

Seeing that all five clan leaders stood behind a woman wearing a veil, the eighty thousand soldiers below were filled with surprise and confusion, whispering among themselves, wondering who this woman was and why her status seemed to surpass that of all the clan leaders.

Listening to the noisy commotion below, Ye Yuqiao stood expressionlessly until, a quarter of an hour later, the clamor gradually subsided, at which point she turned her head and looked over her shoulder to the right, giving Zhou Ke a slight nod.

After bowing respectfully to Ye Yuqiao, Zhou Ke stepped forward a few paces, ahead of her, and shouted to the eighty thousand soldiers below, "All soldiers heed, silence at once!"

Instantly, silence fell upon the eighty thousand people below, leaving not even a bird to be heard.

"Today, our five great clans and an eighty-thousand-strong army have gathered here, swearing to wrest back the political power of the Netherworld from the hands of the Ghost King and restore order to the Netherworld for the dignity of our five great clans!" Zhou Ke declared with increasing vigor in his voice, "Now, allow me to introduce someone to you all."

As he spoke, Zhou Ke stepped to the right and gestured towards Ye Yuqiao.

The eighty thousand soldiers below suddenly widened their eyes, filled with anticipation.

"Now, let us welcome the return of the Fourth Generation Underworld King!" Zhou Ke announced with unprecedented volume to the crowd.

"Ah!" The entire assembly of eighty thousand was struck dumb.

Amongst the exclamations of astonishment, Ye Yuqiao slowly stepped forward. Although the veil blown by the wind covered half of her face, it could not hide the piercing sovereign presence and awe emanating from her eyes.

When she reached the edge of the high ground, Ye Yuqiao stopped and before the eighty thousand soldiers, she lifted her mysterious veil to reveal her exceedingly beautiful face.

"Wow!" A few soldiers couldn't help but gasp in admiration, while many more, stunned, had eyes filled with fascination.

Among these people, few had ever seen Yuqiao in person, only knowing that she was the most beautiful woman in the Netherworld.

Now that they saw her with their own eyes, they realized the rumors were true.

"Who else but the Nether King could be so beautiful! She's undoubtedly the Fourth Generation Underworld King!" said a soldier from below.

"The Nether King, I finally have the honor of seeing the Nether King with my own eyes!" another soldier exclaimed excitedly, voicing the thoughts of the majority there.

Before long, a mountainous and tidal wave of cheers erupted from the eighty thousand soldiers below, chanting the words "Underworld King."

After basking in the cheers of the eighty thousand soldiers for a while, Ye Yuqiao gestured for silence, and quickly, the whole place fell silent once more.

"I intend to seize back all that belongs to me. I wonder if all soldiers are willing to lend their strength to my cause?" Ye Yuqiao asked.

"Willing!"

"We swear to serve the Underworld King unto death!"

The soldiers below responded, their morale soaring.

At that moment, Ye Yuqiao unsheathed the sword that had been prepared at her waist, raised it high above her head, and declared, "Then draw your swords and follow me to trample over the corpses of the Ghost King Battalion and march towards Netherworld City!"

Then, under the lead of Ye Yuqiao and the clan leaders of the five great families, the eighty thousand soldiers of the five great clans formed into three square formations, assembling into a massive "品" shaped array, and proceeded to move southwards with great momentum.

In the southern Black Forest, nearly ninety thousand soldiers led by the four Dharma Kings made ready for battle.

After advancing for a while, Ye Yuqiao sent a covert message from horseback to Chen Hao, who was far away in the Huiyin Mountains, "Chen Hao."

After a long while, Chen Hao did not respond.

Therefore, Ye Yuqiao continued to send out the secret signal, "Chen Hao!"

"Hmm, Yuqiao," Chen Hao finally responded to her, his voice lazy as if he had just woken up from sleep.

"You jerk, you weren't sleeping, were you?"

"Yeah!"

Ye Yuqiao hummed angrily, suddenly feeling a mix of anger and grievance. She thought about the impending battle, her Yuqiao facing life and death, and here this jerk was, sleeping in bed.

"Yuqiao, are you angry? But besides sleeping, I don't know what else I can do," Chen Hao's voice came again, his tone filled with loss.

Hearing Chen Hao speak like this, Ye Yuqiao's anger dissipated in an instant, and in a soft and gentle voice she said, "Then you rest well for a few days, I'll be back soon."

"How many days is a few days?"

"Very soon."

"How soon is 'very soon'?"

"Ah, be good," Ye Yuqiao hurriedly said, "It'll just be very soon, after all, you also can't wait to see me sooner."

"Seeing me is not difficult, you just have to enter the Nether Acupoint to see me."

For a moment, Ye Yuqiao did not know how to reply, because she couldn't enter the Nether Acupoint like the body of her Yang Spirit could. After a while, she said, "But I don't have the Nether King's Power on me right now, I can't enter the Nether Acupoint."

Immediately after, a sigh of disappointment from Chen Hao resonated, followed by him complaining in a deep voice, "That night, I said you should absorb some of the Nether King's Power so that it wouldn't be difficult for us to meet, but you just didn't want it."

"Ah," Ye Yuqiao made a coquettish sound, "Chen Hao, I know it was my fault, don't scold me anymore, or I'll start crying. I promise you, no matter what, I will never leave you again, I'll stick to you forever."

After talking for a while, Chen Hao ended the conversation with Ye Yuqiao.

To avoid worrying Chen Hao, Ye Yuqiao never told him about the upcoming battle with the Ghost King Battalion.

At this very moment, at the main peak of the Huiyin Mountains.

After ending the conversation with Ye Yuqiao, Chen Hao got out of bed, only then did he realize that there was an added brazier in the tent, filled with coal burning and radiating heat all around.

Seeing this, Chen Hao was surprised, then he stepped out of the tent and discovered that the sky outside was filled with snowflakes as big as goose feathers, drifting down elegantly while the once lush mountains around were cloaked in silver, covered by white snow.

He had only slept for an afternoon, and the season had already changed.

After the snowfall, the Huiyin Mountains became even quieter.

Looking at this world of only white snow and overcast skies, Chen Hao immediately felt oppressed and burdened.

He sneezed due to the cold, then couldn't help lamenting, "This isn't snow that's falling, this is loneliness."

Just as Chen Hao turned to go back into the tent, suddenly, he felt many unusual presences of Yin Qi Spiritual Power closing in.

And each one was not weak.

He immediately looked around in a panic.

Suddenly, countless blades of sword light and knife flash crossed his vision.

Underneath the white snow, the sword light and knife flash were so bright and blinding!

"Chen Hao!" a voice full of murderous intent called out.

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