322 What Kind of Immortal Realm Did I Transmigrated To

Silence.

Only a creepy breeze blew by slowly, making a rustling sound.

The Onis looked at Blackie dumbfounded. They lost their abilities to think. They were out of it for a long while.

What happened was beyond terrifying. It was unimaginably calm and too out of a sudden. They were not ready for that.

The Black and White Impermanence bewilderingly looked at Blackie. Their tall hats almost leaped off their heads.

Then, they hurriedly floated over to salute at Blackie respectfully, "Thanks, Lord Dog, for saving our lives. We members of the Underworld will not forget what you did today."

Blackie sneezed loudly. It calmly said, "No need to thank me, you should thank my Master."

"Mas… Master?"

They could not believe their ears. 'Such a powerful Dog God had a Master?'

'How powerful would the Master be?'

The White Impermanence did not dare to imagine. He carefully asked, "Your Master is…"

"You will know in the morning."