Perhaps he will traverse many planes, perhaps he will enter terrifying abysses, perhaps he will cross astounding hells. In the end, through countless trials and tribulations, he will ultimately find the inheritance of the Misfortune Demon Emperor.
And the result...
There was no danger, no horror, no abyss, no hell, only boundless energy and data.
He once wanted to trek over long distances, once wanted to seek through perilous terrains of blades and fire. In reality, he drifted along, completely unable to move.
No matter what kind of water, once it enters the ocean, it completely merges with the ocean, unable to decide where to go, only able to drift along.
"Yao Xing, Yao Xing..." Lanling called out in his consciousness, yet there was no response.
Why was it like this?
When entering the Netherworld Rift, Lanling did not sleep, thus did not suffer soul dispersal, did not lose consciousness; Yao Xing should not have left.
