Netherworld, Mount Bozhong Ghost Domain.
Having just slain Emperor Cang and not yet caught his breath, Lu Yang saw a youth in a crane cloak walking toward him from not far away.
He hurriedly bowed. "Greetings, Senior."
Today, he had truly witnessed just how formidable this great lord was.
After all, that shout of "Get back!" had echoed throughout the entire Netherworld, and he had actually cut off the Sacred Sect Ancestor's gaze.
That was a whole different matter.
Anyone could talk big. Lu Yang himself had not failed to mouth off at the Sacred Sect Ancestor before, but being able to truly make a move in public was another matter entirely.
Thus, Lu Yang was now as respectful as could be. He had already decided that this man would be the thigh he would cling to in this life—and even the next eighty-odd lives. Before such a thigh, let alone bowing and offering a few respectful words, even if he were truly asked to kowtow, Lu Yang would do so gladly.
The youth, on the other hand, seemed somewhat unused to it.
"Get up."
The youth waved his hand, signaling Lu Yang to rise, then said solemnly, "[Danding], your situation is becoming rather troublesome."
As he spoke, heaven and earth gradually sank.
At some point, the world around the youth had turned blurry, as though it had been cut off from the outside world. Above and below Heaven, only the two of them remained.
"What secrets have you learned?"
Since the youth had asked directly, Lu Yang naturally did not deliberately conceal anything. He immediately recounted the secrets surrounding Si Sui's death, while the youth listened intently.
Only after hearing the entire sequence of events did he let out a deep breath. "So that was it. Heavenly Dao was