Chapter 128: The Nether Realm

The elderly man smiled slightly and said, "That Prince Wuji was all brawn and no brains. Now that he is dead, he no longer poses a threat to your position, my Prince. You shall soon ascend to the throne as the Crown Prince and become the heir to the Nether Kingdom. Allow this old minister to be the first to congratulate you!"

With that, the old man bowed slightly.

"Elder Ye, there is no need for such formalities. In the future, I shall still rely heavily on your support," Prince Changyuan replied, waving his hand with a mix of laughter and a sigh. "But after all, he was my brother. Tell me, should I laugh, or should I weep?"

Elder Ye nodded slightly and said, "You should mourn. After all, Prince Wuji was your brother. Doing so will demonstrate your fraternal love and highlight your magnanimity."

"Hahaha," Prince Changyuan couldn't help but laugh. "But I truly want to laugh; I cannot bring myself to cry!"

Elder Ye frowned slightly. "Then do neither. Remain indifferent."

Prince Changyuan nodded slightly. "The death of Prince Wuji in the Underworld is a national tragedy. If I remain indifferent, it would be difficult to justify. By the way, who killed him?"

Elder Ye pondered for a moment before replying, "It is said he died at the hands of a man named King Fei."

"Oh?" Prince Changyuan’s brows furrowed upon hearing this. "If this King Fei could kill Prince Wuji, he is quite a character. I should very much like to meet him."

He then asked, "By the way, does Father know about this?"

"I fear he is already furious," Elder Ye replied.

At that moment, inside the Nether Palace, a tall, middle-aged man sat upon a throne of black jade. With sword-like brows and tiger-like eyes, he possessed a regal bearing that demanded awe even without anger.

He was the ruler of the Nether Realm, the King of the Nether Kingdom, Guangxian.

At this moment, however, rage surged within him. He crushed the iron cup in his hand and bellowed, "That damnable King Fei! He dares to kill my son? I shall surely claim the lives of his entire clan! Guang'ao!"

"This old minister is here," an elderly man stepped forward from the court as the King finished speaking.

The King nodded, his expression cold and stern. "Dispatch one hundred thousand Nether Soldiers to capture King Fei. I want his corpse if he is dead, and his person if he is alive. If you cannot do that, bring me his head."

"This old minister obeys."

Just as Guang'ao finished speaking, a figure rushed into the hall, knelt on one knee, and reported, "Your Majesty, an Envoy from the Realm has arrived."

"An Envoy from the Realm?" The King frowned, then said in a deep voice, "Quickly, invite the Envoy in."

"Hahaha!"

As the King spoke, a burst of laughter echoed. A graceful man in white robes drifted in through the air.

His appearance immediately drew the eyes of all the ministers; after all, he was an Envoy from the Realm. The King grew respectful and asked, "May I ask where the Envoy comes from?"

"The Human Emperor’s Heaven," the man replied calmly.

The short sentence sent a shockwave through the court. The King became cautious and asked respectfully, "May I ask what business brings you to my humble Nether Kingdom?"

"I have merely come to convey a decree," the man replied coolly.

"What is the decree?" the King asked, frowning slightly.

"King Fei must not be killed; he is to be supported. Otherwise, the Nether will never know peace."

"What?" The ministers were stunned by his words. The King was left dumbfounded, but when he looked up, the Envoy had already vanished, leaving no trace.

He was left full of confusion with no one to ask.

In the court, Guang'ao immediately realized the situation. "Your Majesty, King Fei cannot be killed! Even the Human Emperor’s Heaven is monitoring this matter. An Envoy came in person, which means King Fei has a formidable background—at the very least, he is protected by a high-ranking figure in the Human Emperor’s Heaven. If we kill him, I fear our kingdom will fall."

"Indeed, Your Majesty, King Fei must not be killed," the other ministers chimed in.

The King felt a surge of frustration. A father’s grief for his lost son burned within him; to leave this grudge unavenged was a bitter pill to swallow.

"Father."

At that moment, Prince Changyuan hurried in. With a sorrowful face, he said, "I am heartbroken over the death of my brother, but the decree of the Human Emperor’s Heaven takes precedence. I hope Father will prioritize the greater good."

"Indeed! As Prince Changyuan said, we hope Your Majesty will prioritize the greater good," the ministers echoed.

Seeing the consensus, the King’s fury subsided slightly. "Then, Changyuan, what do you suggest?"

Prince Changyuan wiped away his tears and put on a look of profound grief. "King Fei cannot be killed, but we can take this opportunity to extend an olive branch. We shall recruit him and bring him into our Nether Kingdom. That way, Wuji’s death will not have been in vain."

"Exactly! With this connection to the Human Emperor’s Heaven, our Nether Kingdom could rise to greater heights, perhaps even squeezing into the higher-tier realms," the ministers agreed.

The King nodded slightly. "Very well. But who shall serve as our representative?"

Prince Changyuan immediately stepped forward. "I am willing to serve as the representative of the Nether Kingdom to recruit King Fei and ease your burdens, Father."

"Good." The King nodded with satisfaction. "If you succeed, you shall be the future King of the Nether Kingdom. Once you return, I will formally name you Crown Prince."

Prince Changyuan was overjoyed. "I shall not fail the mission and will bring it to a successful conclusion."

Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Ghost City, inside a hidden cavern, a middle-aged man looked at an old man meditating on a high platform. "The City Lord is dead. What are your intentions, Heavenly Ghost King? Shall we rebuild the city, or seek revenge? If you wish for revenge, just give the order. The brothers are waiting for your word!"

The Heavenly Ghost King opened his eyes, revealing orbs like those of a dead fish. "He brought this upon himself. Why seek revenge?"

"But," the man hesitated, "even if the City Lord was useless, he was your son. If we do nothing, the Ghost Abyss Administration will think we fear them."

The Heavenly Ghost King sighed. "Naturally, I want revenge, but the rise of the Administration is a foregone conclusion. King Fei is powerful; he even killed Prince Wuji. How could I possibly be his match? Let us send a letter of surrender."

"Very well," the man sighed and nodded.

At the same time, in the distant Ghost Realm, a cold voice echoed from the Dark Abyss.

"I am already aware of this. You may all withdraw."

"Yes." The women standing above the abyss bowed and retreated.

A woman emerged from the darkness. Had Jiang Xiaofei been there, he would have recognized her as the Ghost Emperor.

She wore black robes and a black jeweled crown, appearing every bit the queen. Her aura was that of a Half-Step Divine Realm cultivator.

She seemed to be nursing an injury, and her eyes burned with hatred. "King Fei, I shall let you live a little longer. When my divine art is perfected, I will surely see your Underworld destroyed."

With those words, the Ghost Emperor vanished into the abyss, leaving it in total silence, save for the chilling winds that shrouded it in black clouds.

Back in the Underworld, in Ghost Abyss City, the return of the victorious army sparked a city-wide celebration. The Ghost Abyss was no longer what it once was; under the leadership of King Fei, their dominance over the Underworld was only a matter of time.