Within the Nethergod Palace, both Ming Cangyue and Leng Yueyan sighed with relief. Only now did Ming Cangyue realize that her palms were covered in sweat.

Ever since she had taken control of the Netherworld, her days had been dull and tasteless. In all those years, this was her first time being so nervous.

Leng Yueyan wasn’t much better off. She was clenching the Nethergod Order. If Long Chen had been in danger, she would have immediately activated it.

She could have used the Nethergod Order to send them past the bridge right before they were devoured by the runes. If they had been devoured, even the Nethergod Order would have been powerless.

Leng Yueyan looked at Ming Cangyue and suddenly smiled. “How was that? Wasn’t it stimulating? I’m telling you, Long Chen's ability to court death is unrivaled within all the ten million worlds. Being with him every day will be stimulating.”

Ming Cangyue also smiled....