The Cui Family.

A thoroughly lamplit lakeside pavilion.

This was the residence Cui Chang’an had arranged for Su Yi and the old blind man earlier that day.

When Su Yi returned, the old blind man, who’d been waiting all this time, hurried up to greet him. “Your Excellency Su, you’re finally back.”

Su Yi nodded. “Tomorrow, you and I are going to cultivate before the Tree of Ten Thousand Daos. Rest up tonight.”

The old blind man nodded.

Su Yi walked right up to the second floor and into his room, but he had little desire to sleep.

This was only his first day in Ziluo City, but so much had happened already.

Su Yi wasn’t overly concerned about that, but he had no choice but to consider the problem of his low cultivation.

The Netherworld was far larger than the Azure Continent. Here, ancient orthodoxies were as numerous as trees in a forest. 

More importantly, the Netherworld’s peak experts were all Emperors!

At Su Yi’s current level, taking care of a few early-stage Profound Illumination Emperors was no problem.

But at the same time, he was well aware that he’d yet to encounter any top-notch early-stage Profound Illumination Empero...