The True Realm is vast, and to this day, no one can clearly say where the limits of the True Realm lie?
Because it is alive, it is growing all the time!
No matter how prosperous and affluent a place is, there will always be some dark corners.
In a remote corner of the True Realm, a sudden uprising stained this land red.
Jian Wuli stood on the city walls, watching the buildings within the city continue to burn, his handsome face outlining a wicked smile: "Look, what a wonderful scene this is, listen to those wails, how melodious they are!"
The newly formed Netherworld King stood nearby, sneering: "The wails of the weak are irritating!"
"Hahaha, don't be so hasty, the next one is the Three Flowers Heavenly Immortal, who ought to be the strongest in this area, it's time for you to showcase your skills." Jian Wuli laughed.
"To be honest, I'm very curious, you seem to know a lot about the True Realm?" The Netherworld King questioned in surprise.
