Lu Yang was not surprised by the attendant boy's existence.
After all, this place was simply too well suited for imprisonment. Its restrictions were only slightly less severe than those on Sky Soaring and the Great True Lords turned into stone statues in Star Palace.
And, as expected, the result did not surprise him.
This attendant boy imprisoned within the secret realm was also a Late Golden Core Great True Lord. However, as a dead spirit, his rank was exceedingly peculiar.
His rank moved downward.
Yet that did not mean he was weaker than a mortal. Quite the opposite—in the instant Lu Yang circulated his dharma power and collided with him, he realized something was wrong.
His rank was falling—like he had encountered some natural nemesis. After his lofty rank collided with the other's, it actually dropped directly below that of a Great True Lord, then continued falling: Golden Core, Qi Refining. In the end, it only stopped when it had barely fallen to the Qi Refining level!
Naturally, the attendant boy on the other side was the same.
However, compared to Lu Yang, he was clearly far more accustomed to his current state. He sneered. "What? Is this your first time fighting a dead spirit like me in the Real World?"
Lu Yang ignored him, instead pondering inwardly:
So this is the Netherworld rank?
Rather than strengthening oneself, it clashes against the Real World and lowers everyone else's rank... Tsk, tsk, tsk. If a Great True Lord can do this, then a Dao Lord can too, right?
All living beings were equal?
No wonder the Sacred Sect Ancestor had been unwilling to let the Netherworld produce a Dao Lord!
Only then did he look again at the attendant boy.
"The First Generation Elixir Peak Master? No, that's not right."