Soon, within the gates of the underworld, one by one, the wretched water ghosts with disheveled hair made their way along the path of the Yellow Springs.
These were not ordinary water ghosts but ghost kings, with chilling and sinister spirits emanating from them.
A hundred thousand water ghosts!
A hundred thousand ghost kings!
Huang Xiaolong's wives, having inherited the dragon's power, were bodies impervious to myriad evils, but the sudden sight of so many ghost kings made them feel the chill of a cold wind, their teeth chattering, their bodies frozen with cold!
Huang Xiaolong cast an illusion so that the others on the island couldn't see this situation and thus would not affect their cultivation.
Numerous people had drowned throughout the five thousand years of Huaxia's history. After death, they all became ghosts, water ghosts! The emergence of a hundred thousand ghost kings over thousands of years was straightforward.
