The abyssal dust of the Endless Fog blocked everything, whether it be perception, sight, or sound. But this voice from the black fog rang like a dark prison’s bell and shook the world. Every profound practitioner within tens of kilometers was startled in place, before turning toward the direction of the voice. 0

“What… is that?”0

“Fog Monarch? What Fog Monarch?” One profound practitioner after another looked at the dusky sky before them in shock, their hearts indescribable.0

The Abyss only had one monarch, which was the Pure Land’s Abyssal Monarch.0

Aside from the Abyssal Monarch, no one else would dare call themselves a “monarch”.0

More and more profound practitioners rapidly approached, wanting to personally see the origin of this strange phenomenon.0

Although what rolled in front of them was thick abyssal dust that should only be found within the depths of the Abyss, it wasn’t enough to pose a threat to Hua Qingying. Even so, her brows wrinkled with a faint sense of unease.0

What made her feel even more disturbed was the fact that she didn’t know the reason behind this uneasiness.0

“Aunt? He said… the Fog Monarch patrols the Endless Fog? What does that mean?” Hua Caili asked, still in amazement and without fear.0

“Fog Monarch… the Endless Fog’s monarch?” Hua Qingying softly muttered.0

Aside from the Abyssal Monarch, those who could pose a threat to her in this world were the Six Kingdoms’ Seven Gods,...0