Shatter Your Femoral Heads-The Great Emperor of Great Yan Is About to Die

Bai Lin was somewhat dazed, sprawled on the ground as his state of mind rose and fell violently.

After his mentality exploded, he gradually got used to it, consoling himself that there were always more solutions than difficulties and that he had to face them head-on. His emotions slowly calmed, only to be followed by another uncontrollable explosion of mentality.

He had painstakingly rebuilt a body, using countless divine souls as his foundation, drawing upon their strength and evolving their divine abilities. It could be said that he carried the abilities of powerful beings from countless races within himself, giving him an even better starting point than before.

Who would have thought that, after emerging and before he had even done anything, he would inexplicably encounter a Yellow Springs Ferryman with a somewhat explosive temper? And he was even the genuine article. Bai Lin had nearly been beaten to death by an oar.

Then, after finding the second fragment of the Ancient Underworld, he had been swept into rules that were still operating and nearly trapped to death.

After finally escaping, he had been gang-beaten by those Great Ghosts being punished, nearly beaten to death for no apparent reason.

What was even more baffling came afterward. That Umbrella-Holding Black-Robed Man had somehow been able to directly locate his divine soul and had nearly seized away his divine-soul consciousness.

He had barely escaped at the cost of damaging his divine soul, losing a great number of the divine souls within him, with his fleshly body on the verge of collapse and his body and soul no longer stably aligned.

So why had he run into another Bald Head dripping with sinister energy, who had come at him with killing intent from the start?

Even Bai Lin could not quite understand how