If a Fellow Earthling Stabs Me in the Back, Don't Blame Me for Making His Eyes Brim with Tears

The Netherworld Underworld was a term from Earth's mythological system.

It was absolutely not something cultivators of this world could be familiar with. Even if the names happened to collide, it could not be this coincidental.

To be able to say a mythological system's representative term from the Ancient Burial Immortal Star meant he came from the Fourth Epoch.

What was this person's identity?

So hard to guess!!

Lin Heng felt somewhat excited. This was still the first time he had directly heard news of someone from the Fourth Epoch.

Among the currently known people of the Fourth Epoch, aside from Lin Ziqing, the divine dragon who showed his head but never his tail, there did not seem to be anyone else.

At this very moment, Bai Yi had already startled awake.

He touched the back of his head with his hand, his face savage.

Damn it, Chen Changqin, you had no martial virtue, you actually dared launch a sneak attack!

Also, where the hell did you drag me?

Was this still the Heavenly Profound Continent?

Bai Yi struggled and jumped up, wanting to break open the sack, only to discover that this thing was a magic artifact.

It was similar to a Storage Pouch. Once someone was stuffed inside, it was very hard to open it from within.

"Fuck! Chen Changqin, I know you're nearby. What the hell are you tying me up for? Hurry up and let me out!"

"Fuck your uncle!"

The scene was somewhat comical.

From Chen Changqin and Lin Heng's point of view, a human-shaped sack was hopping around inside the great hall, cursing as it hopped.

In the end, it even slammed headfirst into one of the hall's supporting pillars.

Lin Heng could not hold it in on the spot. "Hahahaha, damn, is this