The night was dark and heavy, and the full, blood-red moon hung in the skies.

Its strange, blood-colored light illuminated the thousand-foot illusory doorway, lending the entrance to the City of the Wrongfully Dead an additional unsettling quality.

The distant Emperors couldn’t help but feel a bit bewildered.

None of them would have anticipated that the old monk in black would point his spear at Su Yi and You Xue.

It seemed that, in the monk’s eyes, that Spiritual Revolution Realm young man was far more noteworthy than their group of Emperors.

Su Yi didn’t concern himself with any of this. 

“Let’s go.” 

He simply proceeded toward the entrance, and soon, his figure disappeared from view. You Xue followed immediately afterward.

The Emperors watched them disappear, then set their other thoughts aside and began their operation.

Time slipped by after the Emperors entered the City of the Wrongfully Dead. Dark clouds enveloped the blood-red full moon hanging in the sky. The red moon’s radiance was now indistinct.

Deep within Inverted Ridge, the spatial gateway formed of black mists turned turbulent and chaotic.

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