There were three holy kings in the underworld—strongest of all underworld denizens and the true rulers of the region.

A herd of rotting kuns swam around Holy King Atrophy, moving thunderclouds that blotted out the sun. Some time back, the Azure Dragon King had executed a rotting kun that’d swum out of the underworld. It hadn’t occurred to him at all that the true visitor to the world of immortals might be one of its holy kings.

Goosebumps pebbled everyone’s skin when they paused in their flight from Nephrite Major to take a look back.

“The beings of the underworld really have come… no wonder he wanted us to leave.” The master of the Ingress Island blinked and heaved a sigh, then steered his blue bull back home without a glance backward.

“Master, what do we do now?” The head of the Dark North Sword Sect...