Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

One month later, on the shores of the East China Sea.

As the sun rises, golden sunlight spills across the boundless sea, creating shimmering waves. A salty, damp sea breeze blows in, causing thousands of flags along the shore to flutter in the wind.

The King of the East Sea erected a massive viewing platform on the shore, entirely made of white jade, standing ten zhang tall and exuding an imposing aura. Dozens of seats were set up on the platform, with representatives from various factions seated according to their rank, their banners fluttering behind them, each signifying their identity.

In the very center of the viewing platform, the King of the East Sea sat in the main seat.

He was around fifty years old, with a dignified face, wearing a purple royal robe and a seven-tassel crown. His aura was as deep as the sea, clearly that of a top expert at the ninth level of the Grandmaster realm—but no one knew that his true cultivation had long surpassed the ninth level and stepped into the threshold of the half-step Celestial Being realm. He had kept this secret for twenty years.

The King of the East Sea surveyed the entire audience, slightly raised his hand, and spoke in a deep, resonant voice: "I am deeply honored that you have come from afar. Today, the Great Tomb of the East Sea is about to be opened, and heroes from all over the world are gathered here. This is truly a grand event that is rare to see in a hundred years."

His gaze swept intentionally or unintentionally toward the direction of the underworld—which was still empty for the time being.

"Your Highness is too kind." Jian Wuming, the Grand Elder of the Four Extremes Sword Sect Alliance, spoke calmly, his gaunt face expressionless. "I just wonder when the Great Tomb of the East Sea will open? This old man cannot wait much longer."

The King of the East Sea smiled and said, "Elder Jian, please don't be impatient. The time has not yet come. I have already sent people to monitor the underwater restrictions at all times. If they are loosened, we will report it immediately."

"Your Highness is naturally meticulous in your work," said Chu Tianxing, the head of the Chu family, gently waving his folding fan. His voice was warm and gentle, but he quickly changed the subject, "However, I've heard that many new faces have recently emerged in the East Sea, so many that even Your Highness may not recognize them all. I'm afraid some people might not even have a seat at today's grand gathering?"

Cao Zhengchun, the commander of the Suspended Mirror Platform, smiled sinisterly: "Patriarch Chu is overthinking it. His Highness set up this viewing platform to welcome all. All who come are guests; how can we turn them away? However..."

He paused, picked up his teacup, and took a sip: "If anyone tries to take advantage of the chaos, the Imperial Mirror Platform is not to be trifled with."

"Amitabha." Master Liaoyin of Wanfo Temple spoke in a booming voice, slamming his vajra pestle on the ground, causing the white jade platform to tremble slightly. "Commander Cao is right. Although Buddhism emphasizes compassion, it cannot tolerate petty people defiling this pure place."

The young monk behind him remained oblivious, his eyes lowered, fiddling with his prayer beads, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Master Qingyuan of the Zhenwu Dao Sect smiled slightly and flicked his whisk: "Senior Brother Liaoyin is still as hot-tempered as ever. Today is a contest of geniuses, not an exorcism or a fight to protect the righteous path. Why the need for shouting and killing?"

"Master Qingyuan speaks so lightly," Master Liaoyin sneered. "Your Taoist sect emphasizes tranquility and inaction, while our Buddhist sect must protect all living beings. This Great Tomb of the East Sea holds countless opportunities; if it falls into the hands of those with wicked intentions, the consequences will be endless."

Just as the two big shots were about to clash, the King of the East Sea coughed lightly, and a vast aura quietly spread out, suppressing their momentum.

"Please be patient, gentlemen." The King of the East Sea's smile remained unchanged. "Today is the young people's day. We old folks will just watch."

Jian Wuming, Chu Tianxing, and the others nodded and said no more.

Below the viewing platform, the young prodigies stood behind their respective factions, each with a different expression.

The four sword disciples of the Four Extremes Sword Sect are the most eye-catching.

Xie Changkong, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as a sword, sweeping across the entire scene: "The Great Tomb of the East Sea is quite interesting. I just wonder how many of these so-called 'prodigies' can withstand my sword."

"Senior Brother's swordsmanship is profound; these people are naturally no match for him." Ye Guhong spoke calmly, his white robes as white as snow, his demeanor as cold as ice. Unlike Xie Changkong's outspokenness, his aura was restrained yet sharp, like a precious sword hidden in its sheath.

Meng Hanshuang stood to the side, her face cold and aloof, saying nothing, her gaze calmly fixed on the distance, as if the commotion had nothing to do with her.

Ouyang Xue, the youngest, had her hair tied in a ponytail and her big eyes darting around. She said with a grin, "Senior Brother, don't underestimate others. I heard that Wu Zhao from the Northern Territory has defeated several Grandmasters."

"Wu Zhao?" Xie Changkong's lips curled up slightly. "How strong can a woman be? It's that Chu Yunxiao who's worth me drawing my sword for."

"Chu Yunxiao?" Ouyang Xue curled her lip. "That arrogant jerk, what's so good about him?"

Not far away, Chu Yunxiao stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a green robe, his expression cold and arrogant. He seemed to have heard Ouyang Xue's words, his gaze sweeping over coldly, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain.

"The Four Extremes Sword Sect is all talk and no action." Chu Yunxiao's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Xie Changkong's eyes turned cold, and he was about to speak when the voice of Chu Tianxing, the head of the Chu family, came calmly: "Yunxiao, do not be rude."

Chu Yunxiao snorted coldly and withdrew his gaze, but the fighting spirit in his eyes intensified.

"Amitabha." The selfless young monk suddenly raised his head, his clear eyes gazing into the distance, and said softly, "Another guest has arrived."

Everyone was stunned and followed his gaze—the sea was empty.

But Master Liaoyin nodded slightly: "Your selfless spiritual awareness is growing stronger and stronger."

Sure enough, not long after, several figures appeared where the sea met the sky.

"The people from the underworld are here!" someone shouted.

All eyes were on the sea.

A group of four people came riding the waves.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a blue robe, about forty years old, with a cold and stern face and eyes like knives. A long sword hung at his waist, its scabbard ancient and simple, its blade imbued with a restrained aura. Standing there, he was like a drawn celestial sword, its sharpness fully revealed yet concealed.

Behind him followed a burly, black-armored giant. His face was resolute, his eyes like lightning, and his aura was domineering and fierce, like an invincible god of war. With each step he took, the sea trembled slightly, as if unable to bear his weight.

Further on was a refined middle-aged man in white robes, with a smile on his face, gentle and warm eyes, and an aura that was calm yet unfathomable. He held an ancient sword, the scabbard of which was engraved with a large banner, faintly exuding an aura of iron and blood.

The last person, dressed in a black python robe with a dignified face, was none other than King Qin Guang of the Underworld—Ouyang Feiying.

Behind the four were dozens of black-clad guards, each with a profound aura, the weakest of whom was at the Grandmaster level.

"The underworld!" someone exclaimed in a low voice from the viewing platform.

But soon, everyone's attention was drawn to the first three people.

Grandmaster Eighth Heaven, Grandmaster Ninth Heaven, Grandmaster Ninth Heaven!

Who are these three people?

On the viewing platform, the representatives from all sides, who had been somewhat relaxed, sat up straight.

The Four Extremes Sword Sect's Grand Elder, Jian Wuming, narrowed his eyes, staring at the long sword at Song Que's waist, and murmured, "Such strong sword intent... This person's sword cultivation is no less than mine."

"Oh?" Chu Tianxing closed his folding fan and narrowed his eyes. "Elder Jian rarely praises people. I want to see just what kind of deity this Underworld is."

Cao Zhengchun, the commander of the Suspended Mirror Platform, had a gloomy expression and a hint of apprehension in his eyes. He whispered to his attendant beside him, "Investigate. We need to find out everything about these three people."

Master Liaoyin of Wanfo Temple clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, the East Sea is indeed a place where dragons and tigers hide. These three people have upright auras and do not seem to be people of evil ways. They are quite interesting."

Master Qingyuan of the Zhenwu Dao Sect nodded slightly: "The one wielding the sword possesses an innate sword intent, having reached the realm of 'following the natural way.' The one in black armor exudes domineering power, likely following the path of proving the Dao through force. The one in white... possesses an aura of righteousness, as if from a prestigious sect. The Underworld is not simple."

The King of the East Sea sat upright in the main seat, his expression unchanged, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

As the ruler of the East Sea, he believed he knew the East Sea inside and out. He had heard of the Underworld's rise in the past two years, but considered it minor trouble. He never imagined that the Underworld possessed such terrifying power!

Grandmasters at the ninth level—such powerhouses are few and far between in the entire Eastern Continent. And yet, two have appeared in the Underworld at once!

What's even more terrifying is that, before this, no one knew of their existence.

What does this mean?

This means that the depth of the underworld far exceeds everyone's imagination.

Song Que and his three companions arrived riding the waves and stopped in front of the viewing platform.

Ouyang Feiying stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "King of the East Sea, the Underworld has come to attend this gathering. These three are King Taishan, King Wuguan, and King Chujiang of the Underworld."

Song Que nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the entire area like a blade, finally settling on the direction of the Four Extremes Sword Sect. He saw the longsword at Jian Wuming's waist, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he had found something of interest.

"Song Que of the Heavenly Blade, King of Mount Tai".

His voice wasn't loud, but it rang in everyone's ears like the sound of a blade, carrying a chilling, sharp edge.

Jue Wushen stepped forward, and the white jade table beneath his feet cracked with a sharp sound. His voice, booming like a bell, made the teacups on the table vibrate: "Jue Wushen, King of the Five Senses! The Hall of the Five Senses in the Underworld, dedicated to slaying demons and monsters!"

Tie Zhongtang smiled and cupped his hands in a gesture of refined elegance and composure, a stark contrast to Jue Wushen's domineering manner: "Tie Zhongtang, King of Chujiang. I have long admired your names, and it is an honor to meet you all today."

The three people's voices were clearly heard by everyone present.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Immediately, a buzz of discussion erupted from the viewing platform.

"King Taishan, King Wuguan, King Chujiang... the Ten Kings of Hell, are they going to gather all ten?"

"Grandmaster level nine! The Underworld actually has two level nine experts! In any top-tier power, this would be considered an elder-level figure!"

"That Song Que is also at the peak of the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm, and his sword intent is astonishing... Look at the expression of the Grand Elder of the Four Extremes Sword Sect. He rarely shows such an expression."

"What exactly is the origin of the underworld? We've investigated for so long, but we still can't find any details!"

"Shh, keep your voice down. This kind of power is not one we can afford to mess with."