The final night originally scheduled in Sand China had ended with the closing ceremony. To allow everyone to spend the tokens in their possession and return safely to their respective realms, Bodhi Patriarch decided to extend Sand China's duration by one more day.
The next morning, Yu Ming and Zhang Chen returned to the Five Evil Realm in the same manner they had arrived in Sand China, riding fine horses from the Prehistoric Dynasty. This time, however, the clown rode alongside them.
Yu Ming, seated atop his horse, now radiated a completely mutated aura, one quite close to Azathoth's. Yet the imperial majesty within the core of his body had not diminished in the slightest; it had instead grown even stronger. As they rode, he said,
"Bodhi Patriarch has completely achieved the gathering effect he wanted. I never expected him to give the Death Sentence Bracer to you in the end. That surprised me somewhat. After all, our Five Evil Realm already occupies three of the ten seats. Giving the divine artifact to us as well feels rather like handing over sovereignty. I wonder what that old man is planning."
"That old fox. It is only natural to be cautious," the clown added from the side.
"Clown, have you completely finished absorbing the eyeball? I did not expect you to attend the final meeting."
"Meeting on the same platform as this group of powerful people can satisfy my vanity. Besides, the Heavenly Eye was repaired long ago, and I have now completely absorbed the Destroyer of Vision. Only a Death Spirit Core remains underground."
"Not bad." A satisfied smile appeared on Yu Ming's face.
Throughout the journey, Zhang Chen remained silent. It was not that he did not wish to speak with Yu Ming and the clown, but rather that