"Long time no see?" Shen Zhui was slightly taken aback. "What do you mean... Was I that familiar with you?"
"More than familiar."
"Who exactly are you?"
"I am the Lord of Nine Nether."
"Not a weapon spirit?"
"No."
"..."
Shen Zhui fell silent.
After a long while, he finally asked, "You—you weren't dead? You survived?"
"I didn't die, but I might as well have." Lord of Nine Nether replied.
"The person in my dream was you?"
"It was me."
"So you're my past life? No, that's not right... You came out of that diary." Shen Zhui was utterly confused.
Lord of Nine Nether was still alive, and the person in his dream was Lord of Nine Nether.
And yet he had been hiding in the diary, concealed inside the treasure chest...
No, that didn't make sense. If Lord of Nine Nether hadn't died and had been hiding inside the Golden Treasure Chest all this time—
Then how had he managed to send himself a dream?
At that thought, a new question surfaced.
Then who was the person occupying the Second Nascent Soul?!
"Wait... Give me a moment to sort this out first." Shen Zhui waved a hand and warily retreated several steps.
Faced with so many questions, he couldn't help rubbing his temples.
"Shen Zhui, you are the most unique existence in the universe." Lord of Nine Nether said, "I know you must have many questions right now, but he escaped before I did. There isn't time to explain everything to you. Let's escape first, then talk."
"Otherwise, before long, he may destroy more than half of the Three Thousand Great Worlds—or even leave fewer than one in ten intact!"
"Stop right there!" Shen Zhui hurriedly said. "What kind of nonsense is this... Even if my past life occupied