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Listening to the Dried Corpse Lamas, Li Huowang began to understand the consequences of this Death-Commanding Siming moving about recklessly.

"That is why all the grass in Qingqiu has died. Once the grass is gone, the cattle and sheep will die. Once the livestock is gone, people will die."

"If it continues like this, Qingqiu may turn back into the Hill of the Dead."

"Death should have been the final rest and ending. But now that Great Black Heaven has begun to move, the number of dead across the world will only keep growing."

Yet upon hearing this, a flicker of confusion immediately surfaced in Li Huowang's heart. Weren't so many people dying now because Yu Er God had invaded, because the Dharma Sect was wreaking havoc?

How had it become an entirely different chain of cause and effect in this man's mouth?

Li Huowang was only half-convinced by what he said.

"Master, I'm also sorry that Qingqiu's grass is about to die, but what does that have to do with my going to Fengdu? I'm not going there to do anything else. I just want to find someone in Fengdu."

"You're telling me this, but I can't help you. You should be taking this matter to Xuanpin and the others."

No matter what anyone said, Li Huowang had not forgotten why he had come. He had to get this Mud Bodhisattva across the river first.

A creak suddenly rang out. The rope suspending a neck snapped, and a dried corpse fell straight from midair to land before Li Huowang.

Its shriveled head, like nothing more than a thin shell, twisted with difficulty into an expression of extreme fury.

"Great Black Heaven is moving now. Where do you think he is moving? Naturally, in Fengdu! Great Black Heaven, Om Ah