Yun Zheng and his group stepped into the ghosts' territory without attracting their attention.

Yu Qiu immediately sent a message to Tinedun, telling him that they had arrived in the abandoned city and wanted to meet him.

Not long after Yu Qiu finished delivering the message, the ghosts around him discovered their presence.

The ghosts immediately looked alert.

Because of previous experiences, they can only be on guard against foreigners.

The ghosts looked at each other secretly, then moved and surrounded Yun Zheng and his group.

“Who are you?!”

Yue Ming frowned slightly when he saw this.

Invisibly, a sense of oppression suddenly descended, causing all the living beings present to tremble violently, as if someone had grabbed their hearts tightly and they were unable to breathe.

The ghosts froze in place, unable to move at all.

Yun Zheng glanced at Yue Ming indifferently and reminded him again: "Constrain your breath."

Upon hearing this, Yue Ming restrained all his aura without saying a word. At the same time, he felt a little aggrieved. He really did not intentionally release his aura of pressure. He just frowned.

As the inexplicable oppression disappeared, the ghosts' expressions changed, they looked at them in panic, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Who are you...who are you?"

Yun Zheng looked calm. She took out an identity token from the storage space and showed it to them.

"We were sent by Elder Mengdun. This time we came mainly to discuss some things with your 'Emperor'." Her tone was light.

When the ghosts saw the token in her hand, they were a little surprised and confused, but they still retracted their weapons.

One of the ghosts said, "Stand still while we go inform the Emperor!"

"Okay." Yun Zheng nodded without objection.

Several ghosts hurried away in a group to look for Tinedon.

At this time, Mo Jing looked at Yu Qiu in confusion, "Don't they recognize you? Haven't you been with Tinedun for a year?"

Yu Qiu explained, "Even though I've been here for a year, my reputation hasn't spread far. Even if it did, they haven't seen me. There are so many ghosts in the underworld, how could they all know me? Seriously, not all ghosts have seen Tinedun."

"That's true."

Mo Jing nodded in agreement.

Not long after, Tinedun hurried here with a large group of ghosts. His honest and rough face showed a little fatigue, but there was a joyful smile between his eyebrows. He strode towards Yu Qiu.

"Brother Yu, you're here!"

Tinedun smiled, opened his arms, hugged Yu Qiu, and patted Yu Qiu's back with his big hands.

Yu Qiu smiled, raised his hand and gently patted his back.

"Brother Ti, I'm here to say goodbye to you. The underworld is slowly getting better. You have your responsibilities, and I have my ideals. Let's meet again next time."

Tinedun's smile froze, his eyes filled with disbelief. He frowned and asked, "Are you leaving so soon?"

"Um."

When Tinedun heard this, his eyes involuntarily turned to Yun Zheng and the others, but paused on Yue Ming for a few seconds.

Because the moment he saw Yue Ming, his legs went weak and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't help but kneel down in front of Yue Ming, and his hands immediately grabbed the hem of Yue Ming's clothes.

The ghosts around were shocked: "!"

Yue Ming looked indifferent, lowering his eyes to look down at him, and said in a cold tone: "It is difficult to take on such a heavy responsibility."

The ghost tribe in ancient times were his people, and every ghost citizen at that time was brave and good at fighting, with extraordinary strength.

Now this Ghost King is so weak.

Not even as good as any random member of the ancient ghost tribe. This Ghost King has average talent and is weak...

How can we lead the ghost tribe to prosperity?

When the ghosts heard this, they were so angry that they trembled. They immediately wanted to refute Yue Ming's words, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they felt as if they were frozen and could not make a sound.

Tinedun was sweating profusely. He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes bright as he spoke word by word, "Senior, if I want to shoulder this heavy responsibility, I will give it everything. Senior, although I am weak now, I may not lose to you in the future."

Yue Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at him coldly, "Want to defeat me? I'm afraid you'll never be able to do it, but since you are so ambitious, I can help you improve your cultivation talent."

Tinedun was stunned.

Improve cultivation talent? !

How could this be possible? Who exactly was this senior? Why did he feel his bloodline suppressed the moment he saw him, as if he had met an ancestor?

Seeing this, Yu Qiu couldn't help but remind Ti Neidun, "Brother Ti, thank the senior quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Tinetun was stunned for a moment, but he always trusted Yu Qiu, so he spoke without hesitation, "Thank you, Senior."

Yue Ming's face was calm. He raised his hand and placed it on the top of Tinedun's head. In an instant, it seemed as if a violent explosion had occurred in Tinedun's body. All his internal organs and dantian melted and turned into a pool of blood, and pain followed.

"Ahhh..." Tinedun growled in pain, an expression of extreme pain on his face.

The ghosts present all looked shocked.

They wanted to rescue the Emperor, but they were frozen in place by an invisible and powerful force, unable to make a sound.

At this moment, Tinedun felt as if he was being cut into pieces, and couldn't help but shed tears and snot.

After more than ten seconds, Yue Ming withdrew his hand.

Tinedun fell to the ground in a mess, as if he had lost his spiritual power.

The ghosts' eyes were bloodshot and full of hostility as they looked at Yue Ming.

At this time, Tinedun's body changed, his cultivation level continued to break through, and his power and aura became stronger and stronger.

The ghosts were stunned when they saw this scene.

What is going on?

Can this young man really help the Emperor improve his talent?

Yue Ming lowered his eyes to look at Tinedun and said, "Your talent is already top-notch. Come find me in a hundred years. If you can't withstand even one move from me, I will take your talent away from you."

After experiencing pain worse than death, Tinedun gained more benefits. His cultivation level skyrocketed and his talent foundation was significantly improved.

After hearing Yue Ming's words, Tinetun was even more shocked. He looked up at Yue Ming and asked in a trembling voice: "...Senior, who are you?"

Yue Ming's eyelids lifted slightly. He first looked at Yun Zheng. After seeing Yun Zheng nod, he slowly said, "I, Yue Ming, am given the name You Ming."

Upon hearing this, Tinedun's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stood there in a daze for a moment.

Yue Ming is the god of the underworld from ancient times!

The first page of the ancient history book of their ghost clan records the ancient god of the underworld - Yue Ming!