Fang Yuzhu's image surfaced in Wang Xuan's mind. Thinking of her brought back some beautiful memories—her cultivation was so profound, her bearing peerless, and she had even cooked for him herself.
Her Dao attainment was profound. She had personally brought an end to the last lingering echoes of the ancient era in the Mother Universe, beheading the last batch among the emperors, those deep-minded figures whose hands were stained with blood.
Back in the Mother Universe, Wang Xuan had shared a deep connection with her.
He had long known that Fang Yuzhu was safe and sound in the new universe.
When he had been breaking the rule-bound blood curse of the Old Zombie of Desolate Ridge, he had spent thirty-two years in a cycle of death and rebirth. During that time, he had seen her on the supernatural channel playing on a television in a small restaurant, and learned that she had gone to the Sea of Origin, where there were two paths leading to Hell.
The fleeting thoughts passed through his mind, but Wang Xuan did not lose focus because of them.
He realized that Sect Master Zhang was suspicious and was likely harboring doubts now.
Old Zhang could only be called shrewd. Before Wang Xuan had even done anything to him, he had sensed something and had already begun probing him without showing it.
"It was only to be expected that Fang Yuzhu would enter Hell. She should be here to gather Dao resonance." Wang Xuan nodded, remaining composed. The Dao resonance around him was deep and unfathomable, without the slightest change.
"Yes, that was what I thought too. If she wants to become an Anomalous Being, she must come here," Zhang Daoling said. Sure enough, he had not confirmed the news; he was using his speculation to