The current situation was that the Netherworld Palace Master had invaded Fan Lang with his consciousness. Their consciousnesses had connected, creating an opportunity for Fan Lang to turn the tables.
Fan Lang used the Divine Soul Pearl contained within the ritual disc to seize control of the Netherworld Palace Master's consciousness instead. The two sides began a battle of wills.
The Divine Soul Pearl displayed its heaven-defying power, forcibly twisting the Netherworld Palace Master's consciousness and issuing several commands in succession.
Fan Lang could not completely control the Netherworld Palace Master, but he could make him obey his orders for a short time, and that was enough.
The Netherworld Palace Master's mind had been wounded, and he sensed that something was wrong. By the time he realized it, he had already fallen for it. From then on, he began acting according to Fan Lang's commands, and the two put on a show.
"Behave yourself!" the Netherworld Palace Master roared, tightening the long whip in his hand and wrapping Fan Lang up completely, pinning him firmly in place. "Speak! Just who are you?"
"My background is enormous. But I'm not telling you!" Fan Lang retorted defiantly.
"You're at death's door and still talking tough. Just wait and see how I deal with you. I'll first send you to Avici Hell for punishment, let you suffer every kind of torment, then deal with you slowly. Now that you've fallen into my hands, I'll find out your identity sooner or later. You dared to provoke the Netherworld Palace, so not only will you be punished, but the faction behind you will be implicated as well!"
"It's only Avici Hell. What is there to fear? I was just thinking of taking a look."
"Heh heh, you can only say things like that now. Avici