Outside the Nether Capital.
A million miles away, there is a towering mountain peak that pierces the clouds.
The vast ghostly qi surges, forming a black pillar that connects to the pinnacle of the netherworld, emanating a terrifying aura, making the passing ghost soldiers show respect.
"This farce should end now!"
At the peak of the mountain, a ghostly powerhouse clad in black and gold-embroidered robes, with dark complexion and scarlet eyes, towering a hundred feet high, sits on the throne, overlooking the distant battlefield, muttering to himself.
He is the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge!
The chaos below the mountain has its roots in twenty years ago.
On that day, he sensed someone in his territory breaking through to the Daluo Golden Immortal, and thus sent an Immortal King and ten Daluo Golden Immortals to subdue it.
It seemed like a sure thing, but half a year later, all the emissaries he sent were annihilated.
How could this be?
