Xiao Muyu turned and left.
That phrase, "help you," carried an indescribably dangerous undertone no matter how he heard it.
As if she were saying: Husband, I need you to help me cultivate!
After being drained dry in the human world and sent to the Netherworld, could someone return to the human world after being drained dry in the Netherworld?
Lin Heng had no desire to be tortured a second time.
Only after Xiao Muyu's figure had completely vanished did Lin Heng finally let out a breath. Dragging his soul body, weakened to the extreme, he inched down the stone steps along the outskirts of Rebirth Prison.
Xiao Muyu had arranged a place for him to cultivate in seclusion beforehand.
Calling it a secluded cultivation chamber was generous. It was really just a stone room in the deepest part of Rebirth Prison.
It was no more than thirty yards across, its four walls formed of pitch-black rock. A stone bed sat in one corner, while a ghostfire lamp hung overhead. Its faint blue flame made the atmosphere rather eerie.
Come to think of it, the Underworld was probably just like this.
Lin Heng plopped down onto the stone bed and rested for quite a while.
He examined his soul body. The things in his Storage Ring could still be used... the Human Emperor Banner, the Six Paths Crossing Ruler—these artifacts, deeply bound to his Divine Soul, had come down with him.
When the Human Emperor Banner was summoned, its fabric snapped in the cold wind of the Netherworld. A warm aura spread from the banner and slowly enveloped him.
This thing had originally possessed the ability to refine Divine Souls. Used in reverse, it could nourish the soul as well.
After all, so many fellow cultivators had been fed into