Netherworld, Senluo Hall.
Yibai was seated in a high position, and the Ten Halls of King Yama kept him company. They were casually chatting, also waiting for the Underworld Messenger to bring down the Emperor of the Mortal Realm.
They waited for a long time.
Finally, two Underworld Messengers brought the soul of a young man into the Senluo Hall.
Yibai looked towards the young man.
He saw that the soul of the young man was surrounded by a faint aura of pure white, the aura of the human path.
This was the young Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty.
'Not bad at all.'
Yibai admired him for being calm and composed despite being bound by shackles and fetters, which was much better than the Tyrant Emperor.
At that time, before their twelve-year cycle had ascended to heaven, they battled with the Xuan Bird, which was transformed by the dynastic luck, in the Imperial Palace.
If the Tyrant Emperor hadn't helped them, they would not have dealt with the Xuan Bird so easily.
