Xiao Chen had a thought: "I have seen three skeletons on Dragon Island, their aura incredibly similar to yours."
"The other nine Underworld's Sons of Heaven? That's impossible! Even the Ancestor of the Suiren Clan's life and death are uncertain, let alone them. I have once witnessed their complete destruction." King Chujiang waved his hand weakly. Though he was only a skeleton, Xiao Chen could clearly feel his unspeakable fatigue, seemingly recalling sad past events, unwilling to speak further.
Xiao Chen and his party take their leave.
Leaving the gloomy palace, the Black Dragon King ran like a bolt of lightning, not stopping until hundreds of miles away. Only then did Niuren exhale heavily and sigh, "Incredible, as if we were in another aeon, we actually entered the underworld. Not to mention, we just went to the Senluo Temple. No one would believe it if we told them... I am starting to wonder if we died when that ancient altar fell into the Heaven and Earth Bronze Furnace?"
