Primordial Wilderness.
In the dim, murky gloom, Death Qi was thick and surging like a tide, its bone-piercing cold as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
In the void, one golden-armored figure after another was wreathed in true fire. They gathered like a flowing river, all silent as they moved backward toward the depths.
Step, step, step...
The faint sound of footsteps echoed across the barren wilderness.
Yin Jiang's hempen robes fluttered as she carried a longbow on her back. "Xiang Zai," "Gu Miao," and "Kongmeng" followed closely beside her.
A very familiar voice kept ringing in the four of their ears. "You four, what did it feel like when you recited the King's name just now?"
"Xiang Zai," "Gu Miao," and "Kongmeng" were all puzzled. Given "Chui Yu's" temperament, he shouldn't have been curious about something like that!
The cultivators of Wushi Villa all fancied themselves Immortal Kings, Immortal Venerables, and Immortal Emperors descended from the Upper Realm. Even if it really was "Zun" who had them recite the King's name, "Chui Yu" would never have agreed.
Much less would he have come to ask the opinions of "lower immortals" like them!
Thinking this, the three of them tacitly kept silent.
Yin Jiang did the same. She was a cultivator from this bygone era, with even more experience than "Xiang Zai" and the others!
Seeing that none of the four responded, "Chui Yu's" voice gradually faded away.
Soon, silence returned to their ears, and not another word came from "Chui Yu."
Only then did "Xiang Zai" speak gravely. "'Chui Yu' is in trouble!"
"From now on, don't respond to anything 'Chui Yu' says."
The other three said nothing, but they all silently agreed with "Xiang Zai."
Almost the very next moment, "Zun's" voice suddenly entered their ears.