Jiang Liu looked at the Nether River, which still appeared as calm as an ancient well, and pondered in secret.
He was considering whether it was necessary for him to enter the Nether River and investigate its secrets.
Because he only wanted to find the information about that unfamiliar aura from the Nether River.
He did not want to uncover the hidden secrets of the Nether Realm.
It was obvious that this concealed secret definitely wasn't something minor.
Otherwise, even the Soul-Seizing Lamp, which had existed for countless years, would not have had its memories misled by someone with ulterior motives.
Therefore, Jiang Liu surmised that the secret hidden within the Nether River definitely wasn't insignificant.
If he revealed a secret that someone else had taken such great pains to conceal, that person would surely come after him to settle the score.
Jiang Liu had always been wary of the Three Rule Lords.
If another enemy was added—one hiding in the shadows and even more powerful than the Hall Master of Demon God—
Jiang Liu didn't know whether he could still cope with the situation in his current state.
Moreover, the vaguely ominous aura surrounding him was another reason he didn't dare act recklessly.
More importantly, he still didn't know whether that person's aura remained beneath the Nether River here.
Suddenly, an idea surged into Jiang Liu's mind.
Previously, he had always guessed that the people who had secretly attacked and plotted against the Hall Master of Demon God were the cannon-fodder martial artists who were going to participate in the War of Rules.
But what if that idea was wrong?
Wouldn't that mean the person who had attacked from the shadows had silenced the Hall Master of Demon God because he didn't want him to come into contact with