The Frozen Throne was formed naturally over countless years and will not melt even in the center of the Earth's flames and under the core of the blazing sun.
This is the person in charge of the Netherworld. This is the strongest person in the Netherworld.
She is the Lord of the Netherworld.
Behind her, there was darkness. In this darkness, ten figures loomed.
"Your Highness...there is still one day before the time limit, why did you start it early?"
In the darkness, a voice sounded. This voice was full of vigor, and it was obviously a powerful human being.
This is a magnificent and gorgeous palace.
The palace is carved from ice, filled with rich energy and blood, and filled with surging ghost energy.
This is the coexistence of humans and ghosts, the great powers of destruction and ghosts and gods. However, although the Qi and blood are thick, they still cannot cover up these black energies.
Just because among these ten figures, seven are ghosts and gods, and only three are powerful figures in the realm of destruction.
However, the auras dispersed by these three great powers of destruction are stronger than those of the seven ghosts and gods.
This is the late stage of destruction!
In the entire Nether World, there are only three great powers in the late stage of the Destruction Realm. No ghost or god in the Nether World can fight with these three people.
The snow dispersed, and the white light filled the entire palace, causing both the power of Qi and blood and the billowing black mist to instantly solidify in the white light.
Because the snow light was too dazzling, the ten powerful men could no longer see the woman sitting in the throne.
They could only vaguely see a pair of dark eyes shining under the snow.
This is the only darkness here, and the only other color in this day-like environment.
When these ten powerful figures saw this gaze, their expressions became extremely solemn.
Because they knew that the woman sitting on the throne was only meditating, and only showed such eyes when she was thinking about very important things.
That woman was the one who controlled this vast and dark place, so the things she was thinking about were definitely not trivial.
They knew that whenever the Lord of the Netherworld fell into deep thought and woke up, many people would die.
"Who does His Highness Netherworld want to kill? Cang Daozi from the Cangwu Dao Alliance, or other powerful beings?"
A sinister voice sounded, carrying a strong murderous intent.
This is a powerful ghost and god. Being able to serve the Lord of the Netherworld, he is naturally one of the most powerful among all the ghosts and gods in the Netherworld.
In the Netherworld, whether it is the powerful human race or the top people in the ghost race, they are all extremely fanatical about that woman.
As long as that person says a word, no matter who they kill, they will not hesitate at all.
Even if they kill the people around them, they can even kill themselves with their own hands. Even if they want to be immortal, if they are bent on death, there is only death.
The woman was sitting in the snow, still not speaking.
Her eyes seemed to have drifted far away.
Her thoughts seemed not to be in her body.
That ray of light gradually became smaller and narrowed into a thin line, causing the thin light to waver as if it was about to go out.
Has the Most High sitting on the throne fallen into a deep sleep? Or is he still awake?
The ten powerful men didn't know it, but the fiercer wind and snow and the intensifying cold in the palace showed that this supreme being did not fall into deep sleep again.
But I have the answer and the choice in my heart.
"When you entered that world, I... have been waiting for your arrival. When I was sleeping, I left a spiritual thought to look at the vast ten directions and gain insight into the world. Naturally, I also saw some of your experiences."
"Although you have caused a lot of noise, you are relying on external forces and taking advantage of opportunities. This is really disappointing."
"In the battle of Canghai Mirror, I faced that woman and suffered a disastrous defeat. Although that woman is the current incarnation of that woman, she is destined to become the number one person in the world."
"But, you are a descendant of Chu Musheng!"
"How powerful Chu Musheng is. This is the only existence that can surpass that indescribable being."
"As his descendant, you have received his secret protection. All arrangements are under his control. If he hadn't slashed out with his sword and sealed Mo Chen's aura spreading outward, that moment
The Nine Heavens Sword...has long attracted the attention of that God of Killing."
"Then, once the killing god notices the indescribable aura, it will be a real catastrophe for the world of Mochen."
"That God of Death is more terrifying than any powerful person you have ever seen. This terror... is beyond estimation. In the world today, only I and Chu Musheng can intercept him."
"It's just that the meaning of my existence here is not to intercept the killing god for you. It's about something more important. And Chu Musheng, he went to a place far, far away. To do something that will definitely lead to death
thing."
The slender eyes suddenly opened and became intense again.
She smiled, feeling a little reminiscing, but also a little regretful. Most of all, she was a little disappointed.
But this disappointment only lasted for a moment, because this was just the beginning and not the end.
It's just that whether it ends or begins. It still depends on a certain person.
"If his descendants cannot become the first person in the vast sky, then they will be killed."
The woman sat on the throne, stretched out her hand and clasped her fingers lightly.
There was a powerful being, and suddenly there was a tension in his mind, and then he understood something.
The figure nodded slightly, then stepped back and disappeared into the palace.
Then, the other nine figures also retreated one after another. Only the ice and snow were left on the ground, and even the woman in the palace disappeared.
There were a series of clicking sounds, like lenses shattering.
This fragmentation is not just in this palace, but in the entire inner world of the netherworld.
This is the collapse of heaven and earth, and frozen ice fragments are falling in every corner.
"It's not the true body, nor the arrival of supernatural powers. It's just that in this continent, a formation has been set up in advance."
"This formation contains the divine power of the Lord of the Netherworld. Once activated, it will be the power of the Lord of the Netherworld raising his hand."
Chu Cheng's whole body was frozen and he was completely unable to move.
This is the second time that he has been frozen in the cold. Not only him, but also Zuo Feiang, and all the second-step powers in this continent capital except the continent leader.
However, Chu Cheng didn't have any worries, and the shock was instantaneous.
When the crack appeared like a broken lens, Chu Cheng knew why.
This is the early opening of the forgotten land.
The ice and snow shook and fell with fragments, and then a vast starry sky was revealed.
After a few breaths, Chu Cheng felt the heaven and earth flowing against each other. There was no flying snow falling around him anymore, but he stood among the stars.
Then, as the starlight approached, it was impossible to open one's eyes.
I don't know how long it took, but when Chu Cheng opened his eyes, he saw colorful auspicious clouds and winds floating in the sky in the distance.
When he lowered his head, what he saw was the blue sky paving the way below, with seven mountains towering into the clouds. Even Chu Cheng could not see the peak.