The morning sunlight spilled across the streets. The guards at the city gate had kept watch through the night and were conducting their handover. None of them noticed a golden nascent soul floating over their heads and slipping into Muxue City stealthily.

The golden nascent soul was dim and nearly transparent, its childish little face contorted with a malevolent expression.

“Damned Nine-Netherworlds Creed! They’re so capricious. One wrong word, and they’ll kill you.”

The golden nascent soul shuddered at the memory. A Divine Transfiguration cultivator had led twenty Nascent Soul cultivators and wiped out the Nine Ghost Alliance’s lair.

As the saying goes, one shouldn’t strike someone who smiles. The alliance leader had treated that Nine-Netherworlds Creed envoy, Huo Huashen, with the utmost courtesy and wore a fawning...