The competition in the Quicksand Maze involving the five undead had finally come to an end.
Zhang Chen and Yu Ming's prestige had risen tremendously during this operation. If many people had not known Zhang Chen before the tournament, now, wherever the silver-haired young man appeared, huge crowds gathered to watch. Many came with the desire to learn, hoping that Zhang Chen, blessed with extraordinary talent and shining with legendary brilliance, might offer them a few pointers.
Bodhi Patriarch had defined the invasion and bewitchment of the Divinity Realm as Azathoth's means of corrupting people's hearts.
As Zhang Chen and Yu Ming departed amid the crowds, the remaining powerhouses also returned to their respective lodgings for a brief rest. However, among them, one earless man appeared somewhat restless.
On a street belonging to the Ghost Realm, Gui Zhong sat in a second-floor room, his eyes flickering hazily.
At that moment, a figure entered through the door and knelt on one knee before Gui Zhong. He was one of the Four Great Ghost Masters who had purchased Constantine's handwritten manuscript at the auction, the Ghost Realm's foremost executioner responsible for purging threats both within and beyond its borders. He was known as Blade Old Ghost. Having killed too many people, his eyes had been dyed blood-red, while his arms had been replaced by razor-sharp blades.
"Rochess, I recall that at the auction before the gathering, you purchased a handwritten manuscript capable of reversing the Heavenly Dao from someone from the Divinity Realm, correct? That man also happened to be on your team in this competition. His name was Constantine, and I heard the two of you were quite close."
"...Yes." Rochess's voice was hoarse and heavy, carrying a bloodthirsty undertone.
"Did you notice anything unusual about him?"
"No." Rochess answered without