NOVPUBChapter 1102: Chapter 928: Master of the 34th Heaven of the Netherworld! Chapter 1102: Chapter 928: Master of the 34th Heaven of the Netherworld! “What? The White Emperor… was… by you…” Frubor trembled and exclaimed in shock.
At that moment, he remembered a piece of news he had heard some time ago, that the Blood Emperor was reincarnated in the Spirit World. The White Emperor headed there to confront the Blood Emperor’s reincarnation, but ended up being slain by the Blood Emperor’s reincarnated self in the Spirit World.
At that time, he was in seclusion and had no time to investigate many matters. When he heard this news, he just laughed it off.
Because, countless years had passed, and although the Blood Emperor had not appeared in the Netherworld for some time, information about the Blood Emperor occasionally surfaced there, and it was far too plentiful. Ridiculous claims would pop up from time to time.
And he had long since determined that the Blood Emperor was lying low, preparing to break through the new layers of the Netherworld in the future.
The Blood Emperor reincarnated as a spirit? What a laughable notion!
The Netherworld controlled the reincarnation of countless spirits in the Spirit World, and the reincarnation of many Ghost Practitioners fell under its jurisdiction. The Blood Emperor was one of the top-tier Ghost Practitioners in the Netherworld and could definitely influence some of the Reincarnation Power.
It was said that the Blood Emperor was an Acquired Ghost Practitioner. It is rumored that these Practitioners have certain flaws in the Great Dao; even if the Blood Emperor were to reincarnate, he should be reincarnated as a Ghost Practitioner. From an Acquired Ghost Practitioner to an Innate one, with the Blood Emperor’s talent in the way of Ghost Practitioners, he would surely rise rapidly, creating yet another brilliant legacy.
Would the Blood Emperor give up his enormous advantage in the Netherworld, having broken through eight heavens, to instead reincarnate as a spirit?
Moreover, reincarnation always carries risks. Considering the Blood Emperor’s immense strength, already at the very top of the Netherworld, would he truly give up such terrifying power to risk reincarnating?
Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!
However, the current scene was like a thunderclap to Frubor’s mind, causing it to buzz and ring.
The information he had received some time ago, could it actually be true?
The Blood Emperor had truly reincarnated as a being from the Spirit World?
The White Emperor had truly gone to confront the Blood Emperor’s reincarnated self and ended up being slain by the Blood Emperor’s reincarnation?
Was this spirit youth before him really the Blood Emperor’s reincarnated body?
He felt inclined to disbelieve it… but the reality was that this spirit youth could indeed control the spatial powers of the twenty-sixth heaven of the Netherworld, which was a concrete fact; previously, when they were in the twenty-seventh heaven, the other party had not shown such an ability.
The twenty-sixth heaven of the Netherworld was exactly where the Blood Emperor had made his breakthrough.
Although he didn’t quite understand, nor had he ever heard that someone, through reincarnation, could still exercise control over the spatial powers of a new heaven broken in a previous life, such events were exceedingly rare; at least, the Netherworld had never seen anything like it before.
And who was the Blood Emperor, after all?
The Blood Emperor’s reincarnated self being able to control the spatial powers of the Netherworld’s twenty-sixth heaven somehow made sense!
In an instant, Frubor thought of many things, but soon, his whole body shuddered.
The White Emperor, whose strength was much greater than his own, had been slain by the Blood Emperor’s reincarnated self. What was he still pondering about here?
The opponent’s strength was indeed formidable, and it was not clear whether he could wield even greater power. This possibility seemed quite likely, and if it was true that the White Emperor had been slain by him, then it was only normal for the opponent to be able to wield even more formidable power.
If the opponent unleashed that kind of power, how could he possibly survive?
These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and after that moment passed, Frubor took a deep breath, promptly bowed, and said, “Please forgive me, Lord Blood Emperor. Frubor was truly shocked by the news just now, and had no idea that Lord Blood Emperor had actually… Frubor has seen Lord Blood Emperor and begs your forgiveness for my previous rudeness!”
Originally, he intended to say that he had never imagined the Blood Emperor would truly undergo reincarnation, but as the words reached his lips, he suddenly recalled that the Blood Emperor had not revealed his identity at first, perhaps not wishing others to know his identity, and he stopped short.
It was understandable that the Blood Emperor’s reincarnated self would not have strength comparable to his past life.
The Blood Emperor of the past had reached the pinnacle of strength in the Netherworld, but the current Blood Emperor had not. If the distinguished Ghost Practitioners of the Netherworld became aware of this fact, who could say whether they would attempt to harm the Blood Emperor?
Just like the White Emperor who had been slain by the Blood Emperor’s reincarnated self?
The White Emperor had just been promoted to become one of the Nine Emperors of the Netherworld, and many Ghost Practitioners said that the White Emperor defeated the old member of the Nine, his strength among the emperors surely not trivial. But he knew the true realm of the White Emperor was only that of an upper Saint King Realm.
This level of strength was not outstanding among the emperors, and he had also heard that when the White Emperor battled the old member of the Nine, a sky-shaking explosion had emanated from the battlefield, as if some external force had been used.
He suspected that the White Emperor might have used some external means to triumph over the former member of the Nine Emperors; in terms of true strength, he might rank at the bottom of the Nine Emperors.
If the White Emperor, with such strength, dared to target the Blood Emperor’s reincarnated self, then the other, stronger emperors were even more unpredictable.
However, these concerns were no longer his to bear. He had once witnessed the White Emperor in action; at that time, the White Emperor’s strength was much greater than his own. Even the White Emperor had fallen at the hands of the Blood Emperor, so he preferred to stay out of the matter.
The Blood Emperor held great influence in his heart; he definitely did not want to oppose the Blood Emperor, even if the person before him was only the Blood Emperor’s reincarnated self.
“I have matters to attend to this time, so I will not take issue with you. Do it again, and you will not be spared,” said Lin Yun, scanning him with a glance and spoke indifferently.
