“Ashu…” Holy King Atrophy’s forehead smoothed out from a slight frown. “He is the strongest holy lord of the underworld and bears the potential to become a holy king. But since you are willing to be the fourth, fellow daoist, we will pressure him no further.”

Lu Yun inclined his head; hidden off to the side and not daring to show himself all this time, Ashu could finally heave a long sigh of relief. He really didn’t want to stay in the underworld—or it might be more accurate to say that none of the living dead wanted to remain in a world of perpetual darkness. The only ones who retained their clarity of thought and willingly guarded the underworld was the three holy kings.

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Time passed by slowly. The Blood Sea returned to calm and immortals all over the world silently...