Vast Continent, underworld, at this very moment in a tea house, the storyteller was passionately narrating the tale of Chen Qiu.
There were no such shackles of state and land here.
At this time, two old men with complex expressions were seated at a table. They too had once boasted a resounding reputation on the Vast Continent, and there was a time when they proudly believed their future would sit atop the summit throne of the Qi Tian Continent.
But who would have known...
At their peak, they had cut off their own fates and voluntarily come to the underworld to seek refuge.
What marked the endpoint of life had now become their haven; had they not come to the underworld, when the "Unique King" battle commenced, their Divine Souls would've perished without even a chance to breathe.
"Actually, I never really wanted to go to Qi Tian Continent."
