"The Severed Nether Realm refuses entry to the living. Even if Fellow Daoist Wei borrows the corpse of our ghost race, it would still be difficult for him to enter this wondrous realm—unless he finds another method..."
At this moment, Old Ghost Pei, having noticed the Severed Nether Realm vanish and seen Wei Tu's deeply furrowed brow, smiled faintly and explained.
"Now, Fellow Daoist Wei should be able to believe this old man's words, yes?"
After a brief pause, Old Ghost Pei continued.
"Believe?" Wei Tu's gaze flickered at those words, and he sneered inwardly. Yet outwardly, he appeared not to harbor too much doubt toward the statement.
"I have already seen the Severed Nether Realm with my own eyes, so I may believe that... But Fellow Daoist Pei's origins and identity are things Wei cannot possibly believe at present!"
"After all, as far as Wei knows, Fellow Daoist Pei attained the Dao only several tens of thousands of years ago. How could you possibly have witnessed a true immortal fall with your own eyes several hundred thousand years ago?"
As he spoke, Wei Tu flipped his hand and pointed. The 'blood-colored silk net' obtained from Yue Divine Son instantly flew from his sleeve and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a 'Bloodcloud' stretching over a thousand zhang, poised to envelop Old Ghost Pei.
Yet Old Ghost Pei did not panic at this sight. Not only did he make no move to evade, a faint smile still lingered on his face.
"Since this old man dared to say words that would arouse Fellow Daoist Wei's suspicions earlier... I naturally would not now conceal too much of my origins before Fellow Daoist Wei..."
"From beginning to end, this old man truly has been the 'Old Ghost Pei' Fellow Daoist