BOOOOOOOM!
At the center of the newly lit Nine-Nether Rift Dimension, the black stone roof of the Nine-Nether Ancestral Tomb exploded into a million pieces!
Out of the shattered roof rose a hundred-foot-long coffin carved from ten-thousand-year Abyssal Corpse-Ice. Standing atop the open coffin lid was a withered, green-skinned old monster wearing tattered black imperial dragon robes and a crooked bone crown.
It was the supreme ruler of the fifty rift worlds, a terrifying Half-Step Rank 9 (Quasi-Galaxy Realm) powerhouse who had terrorized the middle Spiral Arm for thirty thousand years: the Nine-Nether Ghost Ancestor, Xuan Ming!
Only right now, the terrifying old monster did not look very dignified.
He was wearing a pair of black silk sleeping-pants under his half-buttoned robe, clutching a cold jade pillow in one claw, and squinting furiously through his fingers because Golden Spring-Sun Ceiling Lamp #2 was hanging directly above his bedroom at a cozy seventy-five degrees!
“WHO DID THIS?!”
Ghost Ancestor Xuan Ming’s voice boomed across the space lanes like ten thousand grinding tombstones. He looked down at his beloved Abyssal Corpse-Ice coffin—which was already dripping puddle water onto his bare toes—and then looked around at his fifty dark underworld planets.
