Long Yi, the Lord of Nine Netherworlds, was pushed into a void rift by his most trusted brother when he was in seclusion and attacking the highest realm.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw an urban world with exhausted spiritual energy. The cultivation level has been suppressed by one ten thousandth, and it is still the absolute ceiling in this world.
The tough policewoman Ling Lie wants to put handcuffs on him, the gentle nurse Su Wan asks him if it hurts with red eyes, the aloof female CEO Fu Yanci uses the entire business empire to pave the way for him, and the millionaire internet celebrity Xia Xingmian throws herself into his arms crying and calls her husband.
Long Yi: Don't post it, I want to go home.
He crushed the bullets, swept through the underground boxing ring, and collected the keys to the four major temples, just to tear open the rift in the Nine Nethers and go back to break the neck of the traitor Luo Yuan.
But when he finally stood in front of the rift, he discovered that this fall was not an accident, but a betrayal. It was also the prelude to the invasion of the two worlds by powerful enemies from other lands.
Luo Yuan sat on his throne and laughed, and the foreign fleet tore apart the Nine Nether Sky.
Long Yi used the Nine Netherworld Fire in his left hand and the Urban Thunder in his right hand to become a god across realms and smash the lord of the foreign land with one punch.
In the end, he stayed in the mortal world for love.
Three years later, the child was full moon, the Nine Netherworld glowed brightly, the four major temples shook together, and the nine major sects congratulated the new master on his birth.
Long Yi hugged the child and smiled at Su Wan: "Return the throne to him. I only want you."
Thousands of lights outside the window, the faint glow in the distance
