“No wonder that old bastard is hiding here!” The Chief Libationist waved his sleeve and cast down rays of light that enveloped the group. They immediately felt the pressure on their bodies lifting.0

This was the first time they entered the Yellow Spring. After all, no one in their right mind would enter such a place willingly; not even the Great Emperor of Fengdu or the six Ghosts and Gods. Although they were the deities of the underworld, the Yellow Spring was the nexus of the filth, resentment and more originating from both humans and the ghosts. The energies lurking inside the Yellow Spring was simply too numerous and chaotic, and it wiped out and corrupted anything and everything. Even if their powers were similar, there was simply no way they could endure it for long.0

Perhaps only a natural deity who was born from the Nether like King Taishan could ignore...0