Above the Great Dao

Inside and outside the Royal Palace, there was already a sea of people, with members from various tribes like the Roc, Yaksha, Thunder Ape, Ghost Shepherd, Ghost Fox, Ghost Mother, Great Stomach, and Shura stepping out of their respective tribes, looking at the massive black dog as huge as a mountain striding forward.

They were all discussing, as the Huo Dou race was situated between the Demon Clan and the Ghost Clan, possessing high ranks in both clans but were similarly very rare in quantity.

Even the clan leaders of various tribes might not have seen the Huo Dou tribe; only a few Ghost Gods had glimpsed them, but it was a fleeting sight, never at such close proximity before.

The immense pressure brought by this black dog left them breathless, and the dense Divine Demon Monster Power in its bloodline filled all the Ghost Clan members with terror.

The Demon Fire around it, like clusters of clouds, made their hearts leap with fright.

Many of the clan leaders present, who had awakened the power of the ninefold bloodline and were incredibly strong, much more formidable than Black Pot, felt utterly overwhelmed when facing Black Pot.

This was the suppression of higher bloodlines against them.

Though Black Pot was not yet mature and had only partially awakened its bloodline, it was enough to make those stronger than it submit.

What shocked all the major Ghost Clans even more was the boy standing on the head of the Huo Dou.

As bright as the tree in the courtyard before, flourishing in the spring breeze.

At about the age of thirteen, he was strikingly poised, seemingly filled with knowledge, yet his innocence couldn't conceal his ambition.

At this moment, behind his head, a blood circle spun, with a seemingly ancient choral recitation of numerous ghost gods at his ear, the sound deep and solemn, then the Blood Lake Hell slowly formed behind his head.

On the ground, under an invisible force, shattered skulls gradually coalesced, reassembling broken bones. The Blood Lake Hell whirled behind the boy's head, and its powerful regenerative ability made the skeleton body become incomparably solid once again.

Xiang Kun, Right Concubine, and others were surprised to see their Skeleton King slowly rise, float to the top of the giant dog, and come to the boy's side.

The Skeleton King stood by the boy, while the True Martial Evil Extermination Sword lying on the ground vibrated continuously, suddenly flying up with a swish, the sword hilt landing in the boy's hand.

Xiang Kun, Right Concubine, and others showed excitement, bowing slowly to the boy atop the black dog.

"We ministers greet King Chen and vow to lay down our lives in loyalty to King Chen!"

Their voices resonated, and many of their tribesmen also bowed to the boy atop the giant dog, this scene seemingly having a peculiar infectiousness, causing the ghost tribe people who walked out of their tribes to bow down.

Black Pot carried Chen Shi toward the Royal Palace, along the way, greeted by bows from the Ghost Tribe populace, and as he drew closer, in various tribes, one after another, towering ghost gods bent a knee, saluting him.

Black Pot gradually ascended the high platform, came before the Royal Palace, and turned around, facing the boundless Heavenly Pond with his Skeleton Body, Chen Shi saw one ghost god after another with extraordinary power and many ghost clan strongmen bowing to him, causing his heart to surge.

In the Juxian Building, in the Red Mountain Hall Talisman Master Association branch, many skeleton imps or walked to the street or opened doors and windows, looking at this scene in great shock.

Zhuge Jian murmured: "Maybe in the future, we will see the title of True King reappear in the Human World."

Situ Wen nodded heavily, saying: "It will certainly become famous in the Fifty Provinces of West Bull New Continent! Not just in the Fifty Provinces of the Mortal World, even in this Yin Yang, his true name will be celebrated!"

"But, what about the Thirteen Families." Yu Tiancheng quietly said behind them.

"Decadent people, what's worth mentioning?" Li Tianqing said flatly.

In the distance, captains of major tribes such as Lei Qu and Chi Di gazed toward Chen Shi atop Black Pot, quite moved. Lei Qu said: "The songs sung by our clans were not wrong, this King who came to save us embodies wisdom and bravery, winning the support of all people. He will revitalize our Ghost Clan and lead us to regain our former glory!"

Chi Di's voice was somewhat trembling, hoarse: "He will dispel the clouds and let the sky shine again with the bright moon and blazing sun!"

As his words fell, suddenly around Chen Shi, a bright moon slowly rose, a blazing sun radiating astonishing firepower, revolving around Chen Shi, forging incessantly.

Chi Di and other old clan leaders trembled violently, staring blankly at this scene.

In the Royal Palace, Wen Wuyu looked at the back of Chen Shi facing the Ghost Clan and breathed a sigh of relief.

These days, she had remained in the Heavenly Pond Capital, guarding around Chen Shi's shattered skeleton body. When Chen Shi's Primordial Spirit was summoned back, the situation was extremely strange, and she didn't know the life and death of Chen Shi. Now seeing him arrive in good shape, and with a physical body descending here, put her mind at ease.

She did not meet Chen Shi, retreating quietly.

She floated away, suddenly looking back, the scene of millions worshipping deeply burned into her mind.

The childhood playmate, once full of knowledge and carrying innocence, had now become a king leading countless ghost tribes, earning the loyalty of these ghost gods.

This scene greatly impacted her as well, with an inexplicable sense of shock arising in her heart.

She had never seen such a scene at Despair Slope.

Since her modest success in cultivation, she had been responsible for collecting various pieces of information from the underworld, and all sorts of incidents collected by the Heaven Listeners would gather with her.

She had seen many stories, but seeing and personally experiencing were completely different.

Now she realized, that personal charisma could really make ghost gods submit.

But should this matter be reported?