Netherworld, an indescribable place.
Majestic halls stood suspended within the void. Myriad souls flowed past their gates, all observed by the figure within.
"Heh heh."
Sky Soaring suddenly let out a soft laugh.
Almost at the same moment, iridescent hues spread across his body, seeping bit by bit into the river of souls before him and gently brushing over every soul.
—Nothing happened.
The unexpected turn made Sky Soaring furrow his brows slightly, but he soon returned to normal. "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, why hide instead of daring to meet me?"
He had just sensed someone watching him.
Who was watching him?
The answer was self-evident. After all, only True Lords could retain their consciousness within Netherworld. Other than Hongyun, who had just reincarnated, who else could it be?
With that thought, Sky Soaring looked at the river of souls before him. His fingers twitched slightly, but in the end, he lowered his hand helplessly. He did not dare truly touch the souls entering Netherworld. That was a grave taboo that would shake Netherworld's very foundations. He was not yet the Lord of Netherworld; the price of doing so was too great.
Once bitten, twice shy.
Sky Soaring sighed. "Back then, I had clearly obscured this part of your memories, Fellow Daoist. Who would have thought that after all these changes, you would still remember?"
A moment later, a hate-filled voice finally rang out:
"Sky Soaring!"
Within the river of souls, a flash of golden light appeared. The soul inside took on a vivid, ferocious form. "You vile, shameless wretch!"
Sky Soaring was right. He had indeed remembered everything.
And it was precisely because he had recalled what happened in the past that he was cursing here. His loss in his previous life had been far too stifling.
"You beast. You