A Plan to Reach the Sixth Step

The Abyss Core Layer.

After Yang Yu finished speaking, the entire Core Layer fell silent for a long while.

It wasn't that no one understood him.

It was that once they did, no one quite knew what to say.

Huang Yan rubbed the stubble covering his face, his eyes wide.

He glanced at the Pale Void outside, then back at Yang Yu. His expression was as complicated as if he'd just swallowed an entire Death Kingdom.

"Boss."

Huang Yan's voice sounded a little dry.

"You mean we leave Jin's true name alone."

"And grab a spot as his mount?"

Yang Yu leaned back against the Throne, his Gray-Gold Pupils utterly still. He looked as though the idea were perfectly reasonable.

"What's wrong with being a mount?"

He raised a hand and pointed at the blocks of color on the System Light Screen, where high-dimensional attacks kept flashing.

Every flash made the True Spirits of everyone in the Abyss Core Layer tense involuntarily.

The purge outside was still going on.

It had been three whole years.

Those Old Freaks hiding somewhere in the Depth of Hongmeng seemed determined to grind every trace of Qiong's existence to dust.

Yang Yu spoke evenly.

"Look outside."

"Qiong grabbed a true name and didn't even finish a full line before a pack of his peers pinned him down and spent three years beating his corpse."

"And that's only what we've seen."

"Who knows how many more eyes in the Depth of Hongmeng are fixed on that position?"

At that, he lowered his hand.

"A True God's name is a powder keg."

"Whoever takes it dies."

"But no one cares enough to fight over a mount's name."

"Those lofty Old Freaks out there can't bring themselves to do it."

"They think it's beneath them."

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