535 [Fixed Fate, Fruit Position]

Wait. Thinking about it carefully, where exactly had he heard this before?

Smack! He Zhao suddenly slapped his thigh. He remembered.

Wasn't this fucking one of Howling Abyss's traits?

There had once been an aggrieved Great Lord Howling Abyss who did not wish to be named, and in conversation with him, he had described the living environment of Howling Abyss in detail.

No day, no night, no time, no space, no death—only eternal wailing, torment, and pain. It was the negative aggregate of the entire universe.

So long as killing, pain, and death still existed in the universe, Howling Abyss would exist forever, unless all humanity in the entire universe was wiped out and everything was reset to zero.

"The Dead Silent World contains a special kind of qi. That aura can eat into bone and dissolve the soul. Forget a mere Son of the Witch—even if the Witch herself entered, I fear it would not be long before she died and her path was extinguished."

The current Seat Master pressed his palms together, speaking the most ruthless words with a benevolent, kindly expression.

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When Ruthless He Zhao heard that, the corner of his mouth could not help twitching.

Why did that sound so much like the mouthful of Calamity Qi Great Lord Howling Abyss had spat out back then?

That stuff had been terrifyingly corrosive. Even the City God, an Incense God, with the Perfection-level Sixteen-Foot Golden Body, had failed to withstand a single encounter with it and had been forced to sever his arm to survive.

Then looking at the current Great Vehicle Buddha, it seemed there was quite a gap between him and the City God's golden body. If it was exactly as the Seat Master said, in less than the time it took an incense