Fan Lang's words were startling. Night Imperial Princes froze for a moment before saying repeatedly, "You want to kill Emperor Without Heaven? How could you possibly kill him? In the Land of No Law, he is practically invincible. Even if numerous Upper Gods joined forces, they might not be his match. Let alone you, a mere Lower God."
"Although I am not an Upper God, I brought many Upper God allies who secretly infiltrated the Land of No Law. With some careful planning, I have a considerable chance of killing Emperor Without Heaven. This is no wild fantasy. I need your help to carry out my plan, which is why I came here to find you," said Fan Lang.
Asking a son to help kill his own father was utterly absurd.
If Night Imperial Princes had been loyal to his father and reported this immediately, Fan Lang's plan would have been ruined.
That possibility was not nonexistent, merely very unlikely.
The father-son relationship between Night Imperial Princes and Emperor Without Heaven was far from ordinary and could not be judged by common sense. Night Imperial Princes' hatred for Emperor Without Heaven had reached an indescribable extreme.
Night Imperial Princes was clearly tempted. He sent out a Thought Body and entered the illusion Fan Lang had created.
Unlike his pitiful appearance in reality, Night Imperial Princes' Thought Body was splendidly dressed in dark blue robes patterned with stars and moons. He was handsome and refined, and there was no resemblance between his features and Emperor Without Heaven's.
The two met within the illusion, standing face-to-face.
Night Imperial Princes' Thought Body reflected his mental state. His gaze was gloomy, but it had not completely lost its light, meaning that the humiliation of reality had not utterly crushed him. He still retained a