Everything has become a foregone conclusion. He is now the ruler of the Central Netherworld, the only place of the Deceitful Dao. It is a fact that no one can alter.
Neither Ying Ji, nor Qiao Yu, nor the hundreds of ministers can change this!
No one in the world can oppose!
No one can block his path forward any longer!
Ying Xiu stood upright with his back to the light, looking down from the sacred platform, as if he had already seen the day he stood above all living beings.
"So, is there anyone who objects?!"
Yet the Central Netherworld is only the first step he needs to take to walk out of this corporeal shell.
Inside the Royal Hall, Qiao Yu looked around despairingly and woefully at the loyal courtiers of Central Netherworld rallying around the Crown Prince Ying Xiu.
After Shen Tu and Han Qi, the remaining three royal halls too, were apparently defeated by the grand momentum, bowing their heads to Ying Xiu in submission.
