"So... was this the underworld they had destroyed?"
As it turned out, Expert Fu's judgment had been right. After leaving that unusual dwelling, the two of them hadn't needed to search for long before they picked up the centipede's trail again.
It didn't enter every door, but its "sense of smell" clearly wasn't all that precise, either, so its route was still quite winding.
After catching sight of the figure in the distance, Lisha picked up the underworld conversation again, having fallen silent during their reunion.
"Hard to say. You should be able to tell that, although this thing is stronger than that bat, it still doesn't seem to have any divinity."
But Fu Qian shook his head at the possibility she raised, refraining from jumping to a conclusion.
"In fact, we haven't seen a single one of its kind with any divinity so far."
"So it seems unlikely that they alone could have affected this dwelling of Lost Souls, much less when, in terms of the nature of their power, the two seem vaguely similar."
Fu Qian's point was simple: these creatures weren't powerful enough.
"But you said earlier that what's outside might be the corpse of a god. Could it be that god? And these things are just the products of its decay?"
Lisha clearly had no objection to the possibility Fu Qian had mentioned.
Perhaps because they'd made a special note of their experiences, she remembered the previous expedition very clearly.
"Hard to say, though that does sound a lot more plausible."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian gave the same answer to her updated theory.
"But put that way, the situation sounds a little bizarre—"
Fu Qian thought for a moment, then came up with a tongue-twister of a sentence.
"A god made the land of the dead die,