The guest room was filled with the miasma of death. The entire décor was primarily black, and hanging above the headboard was a gigantic painting by Bocklin titled Isle of Death.
A rather thoughtful offering alcove had also been set up inside. An uncarved wooden shrine stand had already been placed there, and guests could put the corresponding statue of their deity on it.
"Interesting..."
Yi Chen could clearly sense an affinity with death. He could even hear the sound of waves washing against the shore beside his ears.
However, he had no intention of speaking with death right now. Over the past two years, he had spent roughly seventy percent of his time in the Dead Sea. He had communicated with it more than enough already.
What mattered more at present was understanding the structure of the Prime Material Plane before him, as well as the evil he was about to face.
He found a seat by the window and sat down.
Two chairs made of black wood faced each other. Yi Chen directly spat out a purple lung onto the opposite chair, and the Celestial Venerable avatar immediately took shape.
The two sat facing each other, but their gazes simultaneously turned toward the clouds outside the window and the City of Husks beneath them.
"Yi Chen, you're one of our own, after all. Combined with your ability to understand things, I'll keep this brief and give you a simple introduction to the structure of the planes, the ecology of the worlds, and how to deal with malignancy.
"If you have any questions, just interrupt me.
"You and Lorien are both top-level outsiders. You'll soon come into contact with extremely dangerous Malignant Carriers."
"Stop wasting time and get on with it."
"You can think of the planar space occupied