After steadying himself, Mo Wuhen wrote again:
"I cannot be certain whether he truly is That Existence from back then, but there are simply too many abnormalities and strange coincidences in this matter."
"Senior Brother, if you receive this secret talisman, please return to the sect at once."
Having written this, Mo Wuhen performed a secret art and flicked his fingertip.
Ssh!
The golden secret talisman transformed into a dazzling streak of light, bored through the void, and vanished in an instant.
Mo Wuhen let out a long breath of stale air. Sitting there alone, he fell silent.
The Netherworld was divided into Six Regions Thirteen Realms.
The Wangchuan Region was one of the Six Regions. Its territory was vast and boundless, no less expansive than an entire great world.
Within the Wangchuan Region, Meng Po Hall stood as the supreme and unrivaled ancient orthodoxy.
Yet countless other factions, like stars, dotted its various territories.
Three days later.
Around noon.
"brother Su, that is YanFu Great Mountain. It stretches across eight thousand li of territory and is regarded as one of the most perilous forbidden lands in the Wangchuan Region."
Cui Jingyan pointed into the distance, her voice crisp and clear. "However, we needn't enter it. We only need to travel nine thousand li along the River of Forgetfulness to reach the greatest city in the Southern Border of the Wangchuan Region..."
The young woman spoke with ease, thoroughly familiar with the circumstances of the Wangchuan Region.
Perhaps because Su Yi had once defeated Yuan Linning with his sword, Cui Jingyan's attitude toward him had clearly changed. She had become far more friendly and respectful.
"We'll rest in Night Demon City tonight," Su Yi said casually.
"Night Demon City?"
Cui Jingyan's lovely brows knit slightly. "That is a dangerous