"So, Sun, when did you start building the underworld?"
Wang Chao asked. He wanted to find a reasonable excuse to decline when Sun Shisheng began construction.
Seeing that several people, including Chan Yinsha, were indifferent to the prospect of becoming the future ruler of the underworld, Sun Shisheng also felt helpless.
"Let's talk about it after the dimension of thunder has been refined."
"Once it has been refined, the vitality of each illusory realm will truly be born. By then, the souls from the Void Realm could descend in great numbers."
"As for the existence of the Void Realm, I still need to observe it for some time."
Wang Chao and the others also temporarily abandoned the thought of finding excuses.
However, the position of the ruler of the underworld—let whoever wants it take it, as they certainly wouldn't.
Even if it were Chan Yinsha, he would at most send a fragment of his mental self to preside over it, not going there in person...
...
Meanwhile.
