"Old brother, are you there? I need to talk to you about something very important."
"Novelist, come out already. The Three Heavenly Emperors are all dead. Now only Taiyi remains, and there's a strong chance he came to the World of the Dead with his Taiyi Authority."
"Old brother, come out. I found the inheritor of the Incense Master and had a new kind of Life Stealing Incense refined. It can briefly rekindle vitality. I brought your favorite fried dough sticks, and the Bald Savior Elixir newly released in the World of the Living."
Qin Yang squatted beside the Helpless River and called out to the Novelist.
If there was anyone in the entire World of the Dead who could absolutely not be possessed by Taiyi, and who absolutely could not be Taiyi himself, the Novelist would unquestionably rank first.
As the founder and writer of the World of the Dead, honestly, no matter how wildly arrogant he was, nothing much should happen to him.
He was also the only big shot in the World of the Dead who had become a Seal Master here.
Even if Taiyi had prepared some contingency long ago, it could no longer be of use. The World of the Dead would not permit someone so overbearing that he could strip away even the original Dao of the World of the Dead.
Qin Yang wanted someone to discuss matters with. The only person he could seek, the only one he could confirm with absolute certainty, was the Novelist.
Honestly, Qin Yang would not have been too surprised even if Taiyi's backup plan had been the Emperor Ying. Anyone else was even more likely.
Not even ghosts knew what the bastard had done over those countless years.
Nor could anyone investigate it all completely.
The Novelist