Ah! The three Dharma Kings were all startled. With tensions running high, the Ghost King announcing his temporary departure to a particular place left the three Dharma Kings utterly baffled and even struggling to accept it.

What kind of place, what kind of matter, could possibly be more important to the Ghost King than the grand authority of the Netherworld?

Observing the expressions of the Dharma Kings, who were angry yet dared not speak, the Ghost King, not wishing to affect morale, finally revealed, "Actually, I'm going to enter the Demon-Sealing Scroll."

"Ghost King, do you wish to advance your cultivation in the final moments so that you can defeat Chen Hao and the rest?" King Wumeng questioned cautiously. Being adept at reading the room, he was well aware that it was best not to inquire about matters the Ghost King didn't volunteer.

However, given the urgency of the situation, even he couldn't help but ask.

The Ghost King glared at King Wumeng and after a long silence, he spoke, "Not just for that. I'm going into the Demon-Sealing Scroll also to inquire about something, to find out where I came from."

"Where you came from?"

A few months ago, during a confrontation with King Nanlin, the Ghost King learned from King Nanlin that he had been present when picked up by the Ancestor of the Nether King.

Afterward, based on King Nanlin's remarks, the Ghost King began to deduce the time he was found by the Ancestor of the Nether King:

First, King Nanlin was imprisoned beneath the walls of the Gate of the Nether King when the Ancestor ascended to power. From this, the Ghost King determined he was picked up during the period when the Ancestor was waging wars across the Netherworld;

Next, the Ghost King sent people to Netherworld City and Wushuang City to question the elders over sixty thousand years old about King Nanlin. After two months of investigation, he learned that King Nanlin had once joined the Ancestor in battles against the Crow Tribe. Later, during a battle with the Crow Tribe, both their armies suffered a massive defeat, and with no other choice, the two retreated with a few thousand soldiers into the Polar Ice Land.

It wasn't until several years later that the Ancestor of the Nether King and King Nanlin returned with their soldiers from the Polar Ice Land.

Upon their return, the Ancestor's power surged, and from then on, he was invincible in battle, swiftly defeating the Crow Tribe and the tribes of the ancient regions, unifying the North. It was also after returning from the Polar Ice Land that King Nanlin went to the twisted jungles in the South, conquered the ancient treants, and became King Nanlin.

Based on these rumors, the Ghost King guessed that he was found and taken in by the Ancestor of the Nether King during that time, possibly in the Polar Ice Land.

However, with only these deductions, the Ghost King made no further breakthroughs.

Thus, he decided to enter the last Demon-Sealing Scroll in his possession to seek the Ancestor's power manifestation for answers.

For him, knowing his origins was of great importance. Therefore, even with the current pressing situation, he had to venture into the Demon-Sealing Scroll.

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"Splash, splash!"

Hearing the sound of a stream nearby, the Ghost King opened his eyes.

He had entered the Demon-Sealing Scroll.

It was early winter in the real Netherworld, yet within the Demon-Sealing Scroll, it was lush and green, still midsummer.

This was the fifth Demon-Sealing Scroll he had entered, possessing a fragment that led to the ancient city, so he was quite familiar with the scroll's layout and settings.

Following the stream, he slowly made his way towards the depths of the bamboo forest to the east.

The first time he heard about the ancient city was 40,000 years ago, narrated by Feng Yie, the yet-to-be-crowned Second Generation Nether King.

Since they had grown up together and the Ghost King was the adoptive son of the Great Ancestor of the Nether King, the two had always been as close as brothers.

In the memory of the Ghost King, Feng Yie was gentle and refined, reserved, and kind to others. However, it was this man, whom he treated like his own brother, who later pretended to reveal to him, inadvertently, the secrets of the ancient city. He lied, saying that the ancient city was actually the world inside the Gate of the Nether King and hinted that his origins were connected to the ancient city.

At that time, Hell was governed by the Ghost King. To explore his origins, the Ghost King decided to take a risky move, exploiting his position to spend years slowly removing the seal on the Gate of the Nether King, eventually opening it.

What he didn't expect was that the world inside the Gate of the Nether King was not an ancient city at all, but rather a collapsed palace in ruins, along with three terrifying Primordial Demons of the Underworld. Soon after, the Ghost King was knocked unconscious by the Primordial Demons of the Underworld, and by the time he woke up, he found himself shackled in dark iron chains, only then realizing he had been deceived by Feng Yie.

Later, he and the two Primordial Demons of the Underworld were sealed inside the Gate of the Nether King by the Yin Soul of the Great Ancestor. Since that time, the Ghost King harbored hatred for both Feng Yie, the Second Generation Nether King, and the Great Ancestor. He despised Feng Yie for the deception and betrayal and resented the Great Ancestor for abandoning him to protect Feng Yie.

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In the Netherworld, within the Huiyin Mountains.

Inside the tent, Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body sat on the bed, staring blankly, recalling the events that had transpired with Chen Hao within the tent. Chen Hao's departure had dealt her a huge blow.

Chen Hao had been gone for only a day, yet it felt to her like several years had passed, and she yearned for him terribly.

Since Chen Hao had frozen the Nether King's Heart, she could not determine his whereabouts, nor see or hear anything about him. To her, these days felt lonelier than the time she spent alone immersed in the Purgatory Fire Pool for cultivation.

With a sudden "whooosh," the harsh wind sounded, and the tent flap was pulled open as Zhao Chong walked in.

Seeing Ye Yuqiao's pale face covered with tear stains, he frowned slightly, feeling deep sympathy.

"Zhao Chong, do you have any news of them?" Ye Yuqiao suddenly looked up at Zhao Chong and asked. Her eyes were severely swollen after crying for a day and a night.

Zhao Chong shook his head, sighing.

"Your Majesty, I have another matter to report to you."

"Speak!" Ye Yuqiao said coldly, her gaze shifting elsewhere, appearing distracted.

"News has come from the front that an army of 30,000 vengeful and evil spirits left the Valley of a Thousand Ghosts to join the allied forces of the Qian and Li families at the Dark Wind Hills."

"30,000 vengeful and evil spirits!" Ye Yuqiao said, surprised, and then sighed, "No wonder Qian Feng dared to lead all his soldiers to approach the Netherworld City, he must have had a backup plan. It seems he really is wealthy."

Zhao Chong hummed in acknowledgment, "Without being particularly wealthy, why else would those 30,000 ghosts follow his orders?"

"Qian Feng plans to attack the Netherworld City. He's waiting for our response here," Ye Yuqiao said.

"If we launch a northern offensive on Sunset Pass now, they will strike the Netherworld City from the east. Caught in a pincer attack, the Ghost King won't be able to hold the Netherworld City," Zhao Chong said. "Yuqiao, I wonder what you wish to do?"

After thinking for a long time, Ye Yuqiao looked at Zhao Chong and asked, "If my Yang Soul is gone, will Chen Hao then truly be mine?"

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