In the Senluo Hall of the Netherworld.
Years ago, the Heroic Ruler from the Mortal Realm had come to this place, and after feeling the oppressive force brought by the Celestial Soldiers, his heart couldn't help but sink.
Even though he was reluctant to face it, he still knew, he was afraid.
Afraid of divine authority.
Afraid of the Heavenly Emperor.
This wasn't something he wanted to fear, but it was involuntary.
It felt as if he, at that moment, was like an ant, about to face the vast heavens.
The Heroic Ruler clenched his fists, feeling unwilling to submit. He knew that the Heavenly Emperor would most likely not harm him, but the sensation of trepidation in the face of divine authority still made him very uncomfortable.
The Heroic Ruler of the Mortal Realm was indeed the Heroic Ruler of the Mortal Realm.
The Heroic Ruler sighed and still endured the oppressive divine force, walking towards the inside of Senluo Hall.
Upon approaching the gates of Senluo Hall.