Zhao Hai stood in his room in the heaven's Secret tower and looked at the nearby eight desolation. He let out a long breath. He felt relaxed, but at the same time, he felt a little disappointed.
Today, he had officially handed over the authority of underworld to White Tiger. In other words, he had officially let go of underworld. This made him feel slightly disappointed. After all, he had single-handedly created underworld. However, at the same time, he also felt a little more relaxed. All this time, underworld had always been a concern to him. Now, however, it was no longer the same. After his multiple ascendants, Zhao Hai had long since gotten used to giving up. He wanted to ascend and pursue the great Dao. He could not carry underworld on his back forever. After all, underworld belonged to this world. If he was always concerned about the underworld, how could he ascend?
