Ye Xiwen fell silent for a moment. Clearly, the Abyssal Necropolis was somewhat like the Nirvana Pool—similar in nature, yet even more extreme. It was the gathering point of all the negative energy in the entire Mystic Realm. One could imagine just how dense the power of death was there.
He understood the function of the power of death very well. Life and death were inherently opposed, yet they also gave rise to one another. At the end of life came death; at the end of death came life.
Using the power of death to comprehend the principles of life was, in itself, a common occurrence.
At the extreme of death lay life. Thus, it was hardly strange for those peerless geniuses to use the power of death to comprehend the realm of the Life Mystic Realm.
Had he not tempered himself in the Nirvana Pool with countless strands of death power, forcibly forging the Life Mystic Realm and stepping into it?
That was why experts of the Life Mystic Realm flocked to the Abyssal Necropolis like ducks to water.
Under such circumstances, it was perfectly normal for older people to be unable to endure it. How many possessed the courage to enter the Abyssal Necropolis?
Among their peers, Qin Lie had confidence in himself—and why would Ye Xiwen lack confidence? Especially when the two of them would be joining forces.
After pondering for a moment, he said, "I'm afraid Brother Qin still hasn't told me the whole truth. If that were all, then with Brother Qin's strength, while you might not be able to sweep everything aside, you should certainly be capable of protecting yourself. Why bring me along?"
This was precisely the greatest doubt in his heart. Qin Lie alone was more than enough, so why did he