The Prefect, after all, was someone from the God Realm, and he naturally knew about the Holy Realm.
The Holy Realm was a plane far superior to the God Realm.
It had been countless years since anyone from the God Realm had visited the Holy Realm, and the passage connecting them had long been closed.
The Prefect was utterly shocked to see someone from the Holy Realm now.
No matter how powerful the Prefect was, he understood that before someone from the Holy Realm, he was nothing more than an ant.
However, Xia Feng's words made the Prefect even more astonished.
The Holy Realm was as easy to obtain as picking something from his pocket?
Did that mean Xia Feng was the most powerful being in the Holy Realm?
"You... Who exactly are you? Are you a Holy Emperor?" the Prefect's voice trembled with fear, his arrogant and condescending demeanor completely gone.
He knew that all fancy maneuvers were meaningless in the face of absolute power.
In response to the Prefect's question, Xia Feng merely smiled faintly. "Something like that. Holy Emperors are easily destroyed in my eyes."
Xia Feng was not deceiving the Prefect. A peak Holy Emperor would be instantly annihilated by him.
Xia Feng's strength was such that, apart from the Heavenly Dao, no one could truly contend with him.
To be precise, "powerful" was no longer sufficient to describe Xia Feng. What he truly needed now was to master the power of faith and reclaim his Heavenly Dao.
The Prefect stood stunned.
Even if he didn't fully believe Xia Feng's words, he knew that Xia Feng could effortlessly crush him.
Faced with such a formidable Xia Feng, the Prefect was utterly subdued. He immediately knelt on the ground, his proud head bowing deeply to the floor, and proclaimed, "Greetings, Supreme God. Prefect Mu awaits your command."
The Prefect lacked the courage to defy Xia Feng and could only obediently await his orders.
A wise man knows when to yield. Having lived for so long, if the Prefect couldn't grasp this simple truth, he wouldn't deserve to be called a powerful being.
"I need to take the soul of Du Congrong from Earth. Find him for me now," Xia Feng commanded.
"Yes."
The Prefect responded and directly summoned the King of Hell responsible for guarding Earth's souls.
He then repeated Xia Feng's words to the King of Hell.
The King of Hell managed souls, and the Prefect managed the entire Underworld. When the Prefect gave an order, how could the King of Hell dare to speak otherwise?
He immediately located Du Congrong's soul.
As for whether this violated any rules, the Prefect couldn't concern himself with such matters.
Were rules not specifically created for those without background or power?
Therefore, Xia Feng's appearance meant he didn't need to adhere to any rules.
Upon seeing Elder Du Congrong, Xia Feng reached out, and Du Congrong's soul flew into the East Emperor Bell. Xia Feng prepared to take him away.
"Alright, my business here is done. Consider this one favor owed. Feel free to contact me directly if you need anything," Xia Feng said, tossing a jade pendant to the Prefect.
Xia Feng appreciated the Prefect and was willing to offer him some assistance.
"Thank you, Supreme God." The Prefect gratefully accepted the jade pendant and bowed again.
Xia Feng said nothing further and vanished from the Underworld.
After Xia Feng left, the King of Hell who had brought Du Congrong's soul asked, "Prefect, who... who was that?"
In their eyes, the Prefect was an invincible existence.
They never imagined that one day, someone would appear in the Underworld who could instill such fear in the Prefect.
The Prefect glanced at the King of Hell, a faint smile gracing his lips.
"From now on, you will have to rely on yourselves. I may be about to ascend."
In the Prefect's view, the opportunity to leave the Underworld was the greatest fortune.
The King of Hell did not understand and dared not ask further.
Xia Feng returned to the hospital room, released Du Congrong's soul, and guided it back into his body.
The entire rescue process was now complete.
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