It’s different from any previous ti.
In fact, whether refusal or agreent, it’s a form of information transfer.
And at this mont, what Gu Shen receives is the ultimate emptiness, nothingness.
Unwilling to give up, he continues, "Perhaps we still have a chance to deal; you can propose a condition you desire."
Yet there is still dead silence.
The Devil sits in endless mist, no matter what Gu Shen says, there is no response. The mist at this mont is excessively tranquil, the Devil seems half-asleep, completely ignoring Gu Shen.
This kind of silence made Gu Shen abandon the thought of continuing the conversation.
He recalls the words the Devil said to him before he entered the [Gate].
It said behind the [Gate], there exists sothing more terrifying than ng Xiao, much more terrifying—
Is this rely alarmist talk?
Or is it... indeed true?
Before leaving the ruler, Gu Shen earnestly says, "I want to know what happened in this palace. What will one encounter at the end of the road? If you change your mind, you can find anyti."
After Gu Shen leaves.
The thick mist slightly disperses, revealing the towering and majestic Dark Throne.
The Devil lazily reclines on the throne.
It never slept, nor was it drowsy. During the previous conversation, it maintained this posture all along, silently gazing at Gu Shen through the black fog, with a hint of amusent.
...
...
Mu Wanqiu noticed Gu Shen’s oddity.
After she finished asking, this guy stood still, his spiritual power suddenly converged... this is the characteristic of spirit imrsion in a sealed object.
Though very curious about this S-class individual Gu Shen, Mu Wanqiu still holds high moral integrity.
When Gu Shen was unconscious earlier, she didn’t take advantage to rummage through his belongings, but such things... actually often happen in the Disaster Realm.
Although the North Continent Army has strict military discipline, it only applies to Transcendents within the legion, toward their comrades.
When encountering outsiders, North Continent Transcendents won’t be soft-hearted.
But, how did this guy manage to escape from ng Xiao’s pursuit, what ans did he rely on?
Mu Wanqiu also falls into contemplation.
What confuses her more is Gu Shen’s understanding of the Netherworld King and Nether River information...
It’s said the Netherworld King’s holand was in the East Continent twenty years ago.
Gu Shen contributed greatly during the cetery incident, possibly related to the Netherworld King, and coming to this Disaster Realm might be with the Netherworld King’s instructions... these explanations are completely plausible, but Mu Wanqiu vaguely feels sothing is off.
After the Nether River nightmare.
She used her S-class authority to investigate a lot of information about the Netherworld King. This is the secret of the highest council, not supposed to be known by anyone, even not by an S-class... but the Netherworld King was confird dead twenty years ago and was the one most excluded by the highest council.
She found a small amount of information in the North Continent database.
Twenty years ago, the Netherworld King had passed through the North Continent Fortress’s giant wall, leaving the Five Continents.
Subsequently, he disappeared into the [Old World].
Finally, the news of his death ca back.
Twenty years later, no one knows how he returned...
Until now, he hasn’t appeared in front of the world, nor appeared a second ti.
In a stroke of curiosity, a whimsical thought sprang up in Mu Wanqiu’s mind.
Could it be, the Netherworld King has long since died?
And the one before her, is the real Netherworld King?
Instinctively, she glanced at the flicker of Chi Huo burning in Gu Shen’s brow, feeling a vague anticipation...
Earlier in the Source Armor battle, though both sides fought, their abilities were not fully unfolded.
Her Judge and Gu Shen’s Chi Huo had never truly t.
If her [Judge] sensed the Nether River, then there should be a response to the Netherworld King as well—
"...Heh."
A mont later.
Mu Wanqiu looked disappointed, then a wry smile appeared.
The Judge didn’t show the slightest interest in the flicker at the center of Gu Shen’s forehead.
Indeed.
Even if the Netherworld King is deceased, his successor shouldn’t be Gu Shen. This kid is said to be under the Gu family’s blessing, taken care of by the Bai family, a promising seedling favored by two Battle God Thrones, if relating to so kind of fire, it should be Battle Fire instead.
Mu Wanqiu didn’t know.
At this mont, Gu Shen’s spiritual power is unprecedentedly weak, and it’s even sealed by the "Battle Golden Hoop", squeezing out this small wisp is already a fortunate event.
As she loses hope, that faint fla flickers suddenly.
The Judge behind her gently lets out a sound of intrigue, seemingly attracted by sothing, instinctively leaning forward and reaching out a finger, about to touch Gu Shen’s brow.
"...?"
At that very mont, Gu Shen returns to normal.
Simultaneously, under Mu Wanqiu’s ntal control, the Judge that extended a finger dissipates into a wisp of phantom before it can touch Gu Shen’s brow, gently drifting away like blown by a great wind.
"Let’s go."
He looks sowhat perplexed at the dispersing white mist in front of him and then turns to Mu Wanqiu, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing..."
Mu Wanqiu quickly changes the topic, "Did you use Divination Skill again?"
"Kind of."
Gu Shen scratches his brow, feeling sothing odd.
...
...
The palace left by the Netherworld King is really vast.
And it’s quite dark.
These bronze figures holding lanterns above their heads, half of their bodies are fused with the stone walls, looking extrely bizarre... Their existence seems to prove that the master of this palace does not despise "light" as rumored.
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