Thinking about it, based on Yu Ming and the Emperor's descriptions, even Azathoth himself had once found the evil within his body difficult to restrain. Yet now, after half of it had been separated into Yu Ming's current body, it could merge with his soul and be controlled so freely. Since the Emperor had confirmed it, it had to be true.
Yet behind Yu Ming's simple description and faint smile, the pain he had endured alone during the fusion of that consciousness and his soul was something ordinary people—and perhaps even the strong—could never imagine.
Zhang Chen stood before the mountain gate, with no intention of stepping further into the Spirit Mountain Range.
No matter what, everything from the dossier Yu Ming presented and his explanation of his identity to ultimately earning the Emperor's approval had likely been part of his plan. In that case, the Emperor's inheritance would most likely fall into Yu Ming's hands. As long as Azathoth died, that would be the best outcome for me. The process was not important.
Zhang Chen turned and headed toward Spirit City. However, on his way back, his blood-energy body was stirred, and patches of crimson clouds gradually emerged on the horizon.
"Hmm! Gu Chen? It seemed he had safely passed the Jailer Officer assessment. Had he actually improved this much?"
Zhang Chen closed the spatial passage that was about to open before him and waited for Gu Chen to descend from the blood clouds gathering in the sky.
"Zhang Chen, why are you here? Your current status makes it rather unsuitable for you to remain here. Would you come to my residence for a talk? I was originally heading to the Gengsi Continent to handle some matters, but I sensed your aura along the way."
After advancing to Jailer