Atop his head, a young man in white, sneering with a sense of contempt, who appeared to be half-embedded in a giant being, surveyed the multitude of ghost kings beneath him.
Although it was his first time descending into the netherworld in person, he had seen it too many times before. He knew exactly what was needed to cultivate peacefully within the netherworld - an overwhelming strength that could crush enemies and an unwavering determination to use this strength.
Playing weak to conquer the strong was utter folly here. If one dared to hide their true strength, the surrounding evil ghosts would take them for weak prey, ready to be slaughtered and devoured. When that happened, revealing one's true strength would be of no use.
Walking through the netherworld in the guise of a living human, he knew that the moment he revealed himself, he had to demonstrate absolute strength that could crush anything. This would ensure a smoother path moving forward, eliminating potential troubles.
