Void, the Dimensional Rift—a vast, barren landmass floated in the Void. Everywhere one looked, there were only bare boulders.
Suddenly, a trembling hand appeared atop one of the boulders, followed by a tattered sleeve still attached to the arm.
At last, after tremendous effort, the owner of the trembling hand finally climbed onto the enormous rock, then collapsed onto it like a dead dog—Taiyinzi.
His afro wig was already gone—he had no idea which Void Origin Demon had bitten it away.
Did a Black Soul need to catch its breath?
Naturally not. Black Souls did not even need food... Heaven only knew why Taiyinzi was gasping for breath like his life depended on it.
"That scared the hell out of this old Daoist! If I'd known it would be like this, I wouldn't have agreed to my master's request even if you beat me to death. Coming to this godforsaken place where not even birds lay eggs!"
Ambition? Becoming the Black Soul King? Impossible. It would never happen in this lifetime! Every Void Origin Demon here was ridiculously powerful, enormous, and hit incredibly hard. I hate this place!
Taiyinzi had no idea how long he had wandered through this wretched place... He had not even seen the entrance to Paradise Lost of the Void, the so-called headquarters of the Transcenders—the Eternal Night Palace—and he had nearly lost his life five, six, seven, or eight times. It was simply too dangerous.
I'll lie down for a while... and calm down.
The five-hundred-year-old ghost slowly closed his eyes. He had probably developed this habit of laziness on Main God Mountain in Emerald Fantasy. Unfortunately, there was no group of attentive servants here to wait on him... Hmm, he could not even see a single ghostly shadow.
"Eh? Where did this refugee come