"Damn it!"
Si Ming slammed his fist hard on the ground, thinking angrily: If I had known this earlier, I would have stayed in the Eighteen Layers of Hell a bit longer, at least to get some information on this thing's weakness.
Now, the opportunity for ascension is right in front of me, yet I still can't obtain the power of the treasure. How infuriating!
Many, many years ago, he and the Ghost Emperor were once inseparable, close friends.
One was the King of the Netherworld who turned the tide after the True God left; the other was an unstoppable, fearless Ghost General.
A pair of best friends who walked through thousands of years together through wind and rain, should have become a legendary story through the ages. But due to differing beliefs, one ended up sitting alone on the throne; the other was cast into the Eighteen Layers of Hell, completely parting ways.
