Atop a massive statue seemingly connected to the heavens and earth, there stood seven figures. All of them wore pitch-black heavy armor and black cloaks, their faces icy and stern, gazing into the distance as if awaiting sothing.
Among the seven, six were n and only one was a woman. Her face was pale, her lips rosy, her features alluring and seductive, possessing a captivating charm.
The black armor she wore was naturally different from the others, specially crafted for a female, with pale arms and long, slender legs exposed, showcasing her devilish figure in full glory, especially her towering breasts, which seed ready to burst forth from the armor.
Her loose black hair and the black cloak behind her danced furiously in the chilly, savage wind, further enhancing her heroic and captivating presence!
"Gui Jie is back!" Suddenly, the seductive woman, who was gazing into the distance along with the others, spoke in a low voice.
All seven turned to see a similar black-armored figure erging in the void up ahead, rushing towards them swiftly.
In no ti, the shadow reached the pinnacle of the statue and landed before them.
One by one, they opened their mouths, asking in deep tones, "Gui Jie, what did you find out? The Great Emperor, is he truly not dead?"
"Gui Jie, is that news true?"
Just a while ago, a piece of news reached the Netherworld Purgatory: Emperor Nine Nether of the Netherworld had been reborn!
The Eight Ghost Generals, upon hearing this, were both astonished and delighted, their hearts like waves crashing a thousand tis over!
Each of them rembered the days of following the Great Emperor, marching and battling across lands, killing countless formidable foes and destroying nurous powers, earning their formidable reputations. In this world today, who doesn’t know the Eight Ghost Generals under Emperor Nine Nether of the Netherworld!
Leading billions of Ghost Soldiers!
Upon receiving the news of Emperor Nine Nether’s rebirth, one of the Eight Ghost Generals, Gui Jie, imdiately ventured out of the Netherworld Purgatory to seek information on the Tianheng Continent.
Seeing the seven usually stern faces now filled with anxiety, haste, tension, concern, and worry, Gui Jie smiled wickedly but remained silent.
"Gui Jie, you rascal, speak up! What’s the situation with the Great Emperor!"
"Yes, Gui Jie, why keep us in suspense, tell you what, if the Great Emperor hasn’t been reborn, we’re going to team up and thrash you!"
"Right! Gui Jie quickly speak! Don’t beco mute."
"Gui Jie, why are you being so dawdling, even a ghost shouldn’t be like this."
"Alright, all of you shut up and stop arguing," Gui Jie said with a frosty snort.
Then he addressed the seven, "The news of the Great Emperor’s rebirth ca from the Central State, from the mouth of that Destiny child of the Radiant Camp, it shouldn’t be false."
"Destiny child!" One Ghost General laughed upon hearing this na, "If it really ca from the mouth of that Destiny child, it shouldn’t be false!
Though I’ve never regarded this child’s battle power highly, his cultivation in the Destiny Martial Way is unfathomable. Back in the day, when the Great Emperor sent us to the Central State to aid his top disciple Lingg Yefeng against the Radiant Camp, this child caused us great trouble!"
"The Great Emperor, has really been reborn! Haha! Hahaha!" One Ghost General laughed raucously, "The Great Emperor is indeed the Great Emperor! The Nine Nether Soul Stone shattered, logically should have dispersed the soul completely, yet our Great Emperor has been reborn."
"Alright! Since the Great Emperor reborn, I, Gui Huan, make this statent here: in the future, if anyone still wishes to fight for the Lord of the Netherworld Purgatory, I’ll be the first not to spare him!"
"I, Gui Rao, feel the sa way!"
"Since the Great Emperor is reborn, we naturally welco the Great Emperor’s return to reclaim the Netherworld Purgatory! Anyone with contrary intentions will be rcilessly slain!"
The seven male Ghost Generals declared resolutely.
Sixteen years ago, Emperor Nine Nether fell, and the Eight Ghost Generals fought amongst themselves for the lordship of the Netherworld Purgatory, battling fiercely for sixteen years!
But the sole female general Ghost Charm ignored these n, gazing into the distance, into the endless void, murmuring, "Great Emperor, have you truly returned?"
In her mind appeared that figure akin to a Divine Demon, identical to the massive statue they now stood upon.
Overlooking the world!
...
The Western Region of the Tianheng Continent, before the gates of the Corpse Control Sect.
After the departure of the thirteen sect leaders, they each brought their disciples along, swiftly arranging black wooden coffins on the ground before the mountain gate.
Shi Feng and Luo Qingchuan gazed downward at the densely clustered black wooden coffins, Luo’s face filled with sorrow!
Ten Thousand Swords Manor, where he once visited many tis, was once so powerful, brimming with geniuses, yet now, only the corpses within these coffins remain.
He had already learned from Shi Feng that his sixth junior brother Yun Ying had gone missing, life or death unknown!
Shi Feng’s figure floated down, landing amidst the densely clustered black wooden coffins. He sensed a strange wave of energy emanating from them.
Noticing Shi Feng’s interest in the black wooden coffins, from above, the white-haired old man promptly spoke to Shi Feng:
"These black wooden coffins have been passed down through generations of the Corpse Control Sect. They are regarded as treasures by its mbers, no one knows what they’re made of, but it is said that the corpse slaves they control are refined from these black wooden coffins."
After hearing the old man’s words, Shi Feng gazed intently at one of the coffins, reaching out with his right hand to touch it, feeling an icy chill upon contact!
"This black wood, made of special material, is indeed suitable for dead beings!" Feeling the icy chill, Shi Feng murmured softly.
Then, Shi Feng grabbed the coffin lid, opening it to reveal a corpse lying within.
The body was that of a young man, missing both hands and feet, with a fist-sized blood hole on his chest, his death looked rather tragic.
The corpse of this young man from Ten Thousand Swords Manor showed the brutal intensity of that day’s war.
However, the body inside the black wooden coffin hadn’t decayed one bit and there was no sll of decay.
Soon after, Shi Feng sensed that within the black wooden coffin, lay a mysterious prohibition, and under this prohibition’s function, the fingers of the corpse slightly twitched.
"Just as the old man ntioned, this black wooden coffin is used by the Corpse Control Sect to craft corpse slaves, this body is gradually transforming into a corpse slave!"
"Break!" Shi Feng exclaid coldly, and a crisp "crack" resounded from within the black wooden coffin.
The prohibition within the black wooden coffin was imdiately shattered by Shi Feng, and the fingers of the corpse from Ten Thousand Swords Manor ceased their subtle movent.
Shi Feng then lifted his head, casting his gaze upon the dense crowd above, onto the front thirteen among them...
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