บท 422: Enlightenment, Dark Netherworld

Just as the Seventh Wisdom King was uneasy, he suddenly felt the golden hoop on his head shrink, scaring him so much that he trembled.

"You still haven't figured it out. I'm keeping you alive not because I need you to bow your head, but because I want you to comprehend the Dao and walk on the right path."

Jiang Changsheng's voice sounded from the Purple Cloud Palace. Soon after, the door of the Purple Cloud Palace opened and a purple wind blew towards the Seventh Wisdom King, sweeping him away.

The Seventh Wisdom King felt as if the world was spinning. When he landed on the ground, he looked up and found himself kneeling in front of Lu Shenzhou's palace.

What terrifying strength!

The Seventh Wisdom King was alarmed. Even though he was wearing the golden hoop, his strength was not suppressed. He was sent back without any resistance. How strong was the Dao Ancestor who had established the Immortal Dao?