Netherworld (Part 1)

"Nine thousand nine hundred years—his merit would soon be fulfilled. One hundred more years would make ten thousand. Could Zhu Long's 'merit fulfilled' mean reaching ten thousand years? And what exactly did that mean? Zhu Long never appeared later in Chinese Paladin. Could it have been because of this so-called fulfillment of merit?"

Zhu Long's words set Shen Fei thinking. A hundred years was an extremely long time for ordinary people; most people did not even live that long. But compared to Zhu Long, those hundred years would probably pass in the blink of an eye.

"Merit fulfilled... Too bad I can't ask him what it means." Shen Fei was intensely curious and desperately wanted an answer, but he also understood that he had no chance of getting one at his current level. The gap in their strength was too great. He had no right to speak with Zhu Long as an equal.

With Shen Fei's current strength, he was not considered weak in the Chinese Paladin world. Most immortals, along with a small number of gods from the Heaven Realm, would be no match for him. But if he encountered renowned gods like Zhu Long, Jumang, or the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, he could only run as far away as possible—and preferably flee before they even noticed him.

It had to be said that the immortals of the Chinese Paladin world were rather underwhelming in terms of strength.

"This is a barrier."

While Shen Fei was pondering Zhu Long's earlier words, the space around the four of them suddenly changed. Their surroundings appeared completely unchanged—they were still standing on the platform at the very top of the Coiled Dragon Pillar—but in reality, they had entered another space.

"He didn't want the battle to damage the Coiled Dragon Pillar? But