Hell's Samsara, battle Pavilion.
The earth was pitch-black, quiet and exuding an ancient and Grand aura.
Through the "glass window," Zhang Ye looked at the peerless mighty figures, their peerless beauty, and their poems that described their lives. He only felt endless shock and fear!
Why are there so many of them? there are more than a hundred of them ... An ancient God? Or the heavenly Emperor?
Suppressed in hell?
And the mysterious Emperor who appointed Meng Po and the person in charge of Samsara was the one who suppressed these terrifying existences? It was hard to imagine what kind of terrifying height the Emperor who was in charge of Samsara had reached.
He pursed his lips and suppressed the shock in his heart. He looked at these peerless figures and began to hesitate. As a proud Celestial Emperor, he was called the saber God by the people. Out of respect and admiration for these ancient experts, he did not want to control them. This was a great disrespect!
