At the very bottom of the eighteenth floor of the Underworld, established by the earliest prehistoric Jailer Marshals to imprison the most heinous criminals, deep within the Underworld that spanned two parallel worlds, a hundred and eight thousand miles away from Zhang Chen's battlefield.
Inside one prison cell, Yu Ming leisurely used branches growing from his wrist as a brush handle, creating an abstract painting on the cold wall before him.
It had to be said that Yu Ming did not seem particularly talented in this regard. During this dull stretch of time, he had covered the walls of more than thirty prison cells throughout the eighteenth floor of the Underworld with his drawings, yet not a single piece was pleasant to look at.
At this moment, Yu Ming was working on a piece he called the "Mountain Dwelling Scroll." He had just finished laying out its basic composition and was about to use some plant fluids from within his body to color the mural when a faint sensation arose inside him, bringing extraordinarily exciting news.
"Qi Water, Blood Night, The Barber, get ready. We're about to begin our great undertaking in the Zero Realm."
"Phew..."
Zhang Chen let out a deep breath, shifting his right foot slightly back as he stared gravely at Xing Ghoul, whose body was covered in protruding barbs. At this moment, the divine artifact Ring of Devouring Kings, which Xing Ghoul had initially swallowed into his stomach, began to take effect.
"The pinnacle of devouring the body is to consume yourself completely, leaving not even the slightest trace behind. With the Ring of Devouring Kings, I perfectly devoured my own body as a Taotie, even my soul was not spared... You haven't read the second volume of the Body Devouring Heart Sutra, have you?