Within the eighteen layers of the Netherworld, Donghuang Taiyi fixed his piercing gaze on Minghe Ancestor.
His eyes, slightly sinister, flickered with a cold and profound light, and his body was wrapped in the swirling Qi of Xuanhuang, akin to dwelling within a fog of chaos, rendering him unfathomable.
At this moment, with the Chaos Bell above his head, he emanated an extremely dangerous aura.
"Minghe Ancestor, should you lend your assistance today, I, Donghuang Taiyi, will surely repay you handsomely in the future!" Donghuang Taiyi said to Minghe Ancestor, with a bow.
Minghe Ancestor was somewhat surprised; he did not expect Donghuang Taiyi to be so forthright and directly seek his help.
In truth, Minghe Ancestor had no intention of offering assistance, but Donghuang Taiyi's words compelled him to reconsider.
