This is the Netherworld, where cold and darkness reign side by side. In the deepest reaches of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, buried by history and shrouded in endless darkness, a flame of the soul is about to go out. Yet its owner feels not the slightest fear of death.
“Emperor Venerable, you despicable coward! You never thought this day would come, did you? You used the Eighteen Levels of Hell to imprison me for endless ages. Now I, Qitian, have finally escaped, and I’m going to dig up your grave!” Staring at the unbroken stretch of Panlong Mountains before him, Qitian roared. His voice echoed through the valley!
