Above Black Mountain, shrouded in gray mist, countless eerie creatures writhe, among which are many high-level eerie auras.
The moment Fang Xiu stepped onto Black Mountain, the strange creatures on the mountain instantly went berserk, surging towards him, determined to kill the intruder.
Fang Xiu, of course, did not tolerate these strange creatures. He opened the mouth of the Taotie wide, and a terrifying black hole formed in his palm. The strange creatures rushed into the black hole like a flood, and then fell silent.
At that moment, a deep, hoarse roar echoed from the depths of Black Mountain, sending chills down one's spine: "Who dares to trespass into my sacred domain! State your name!"
The next moment, a towering figure suddenly rose from the depths of Black Mountain, standing tall and majestic like an ancient demon god, overlooking the world.
The figure had nine rotting heads, one without eyes, one without a mouth, one without a nose...
It took nine heads to barely make up a set of facial features.
"I am the leader of the Thirty-Six Sovereigns of the Other Shore, the Sovereign of the Nine Netherworlds. You are... you are..."
The Nine Netherworld Ruler was only halfway through his sentence when it seemed as if someone had choked him, and he could no longer utter a single word. His rotting eyes stared straight at Fang Xiu.
The emotions contained within were incredibly complex: shock, fear, anger, disbelief, anticipation, hesitation, and ultimately...
"Lord...Lord!?"
His previously deep, hoarse voice instantly became fawning, even tinged with a sob.
"More than ten years have passed. Do you know how this old servant has spent these past ten years? This old servant thought I would never see you again, my lord!!"
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