Hua Yunfei and the others had already arrived in the Southern Domain. After confirming that the fragment had been the subject of a deliberate false rumor, they didn't linger. They crossed the formation and left at once.
Along the way, the Nether Son had been having the time of his life.
He'd been thoroughly led astray.
"Being the one who pulls the rug out from under people feels great!"
That was the phrase he'd said most often on the road.
"Is the Black Hand Organization yours?"
The Nether Son asked because, along the way, he'd run into several incredibly poor prodigies. That shouldn't have been the case, so he'd asked around and learned that someone had gotten to them first.
"I'm just an ordinary foot soldier in the organization." Hua Yunfei smiled.
"Such modesty. Anyone who believes you is in for a bad time."
The Nether Son rolled his eyes, then chuckled. "Things have gotten pretty heated in the Eastern Domain. Quite a few people have died. The Eighteenth Layer of Hell in the Dark World must be lively again."
The people here were successors to the great orthodoxies and factions. They were all immensely powerful, all Immortal Emperor Grade. After they died and went to the Dark World, they would surely be thrown into the Eighteenth Layer of Hell to be tempered.
Long Night King, An Ran, and the others would be no exception.
Hua Yunfei said, "Fellow Daoist, these people who died were supposed to have been completely erased. How can they still go to the Dark World? Are life imprints connected to the Dark World from the moment they're born?"
The Nether Son nodded. "You guessed it. Once living beings of the myriad worlds are born, their life imprints leave a mark in the Dark World. No