Human Emperor's Death (I)

Within the empty Star Source Grand Hall, Shen Zhui opened his eyes, somewhat weary.

A month had already passed.

He had been trapped inside this grand hall for an entire month.

"How could this happen?" Shen Zhui stood before the steps of the Star Source Grand Hall, quietly staring at the invisible barrier of the boundary before him.

"How exactly was this formed? It can actually stop me from leaving. No matter how I bombard it, I can't damage it..."

"Over the past month, I've tried every method I could think of—the Yin Yang Life and Death Wheel, the Nine Nether Soul Sword, the Great Curse Technique, mental power, even the system..."

"Still can't break through?"

A trace of confusion appeared in Shen Zhui's eyes.

"Even if he is my past life and has occupied the Second Nascent Soul, he shouldn't be so absurdly powerful... I'm already far stronger than ordinary Great Emperors. Could my past life have been a World Lord?"

Over the past month, Shen Zhui had gradually calmed down and figured out many things.

First, the one controlling the Second Nascent Soul was his past life, half of his soul that had been separated from his own soul.

Second, logically speaking, the Second Nascent Soul's strength should have been somewhat weaker than his true body's.

Yet after his past-life soul took control, the Second Nascent Soul's strength seemed to have become unfathomably deep.

This was too outrageous... How was it possible?

Shen Zhui racked his brains but could not understand.

"Could it be because of the Hope Boat?"

"Did the Second Nascent Soul take control of the Hope Boat before I did?" Shen Zhui felt that this was very likely. After all, the eighth stage—the actual stage of acknowledging and controlling its master—had been completed by his