Netherworld.
A rolling mist surged in from nowhere, countless pale golden dots shimmered dimly, paving a heaven-reaching path, spanning the boundless void, as if descending from infinite heights.
Nine True Dragons slowly descended, pulling an ancient sacred carriage, embodying divinity, presenting wondrous sights, eternally weaving and tugging at the moral fabric of the heavens and earth.
Upon entering the Netherworld, the Nine Dragon Carriage gently came to rest in the void, where Saint King and Cangqing parted ways with Ji Jingqiu.
Cangqing God Lord gave Ji Jingqiu a deep gaze.
Her gaze lingered especially on the True Saint-level "driver" for a moment.
Despite being a True Saint-level powerhouse, he always held his head low, eyebrows bowed, in an extreme posture of obedience, it's unimaginable what methods the Heavenly Court used to make a True Saint so "tamed."
Cangqing's lips moved, a myriad of words transformed into a spirit communication:
