Misfortune Soars to the Heavens

Never mind the commotion caused by Chief Chen's arrival.

Chen Shouyi hurried to the passage entrance. After taking a deep breath, he followed the crowd into the otherworld.

On the other side stretched a boundless primeval forest, lush and green. A large clearing had been made near the passage entrance.

Yet the moment he stepped inside, his heart sank. It was as if a tremendous weight pressed down on him. Every blade of grass, every tree, every grain of sand, even the earth itself seemed to radiate deep hostility.

The sun was shining brightly, and not a cloud marred the sky, yet the place filled him with gloom and dread.

"A red name? No, has it turned purple with how red it is?"

Chen Shouyi's heart sank, and he felt a chill of fear.

He had never experienced anything like this before. In the past, when he visited the otherworld, he could vaguely sense Tam's hostility, but it had never been this obvious. It was almost tangible.

It looks like a side effect of stealing the other party's power last time, Chen Shouyi thought.

He looked around and saw people coming and going nearby, chatting and laughing without reacting at all. His mind eased a little. Without a doubt, this was directed at him personally—or perhaps it was simply a vague, unseen malice.

Chen Shouyi didn't dare linger, lest he put innocent people in danger.

At the movement of his thoughts, his body rose into the air. With a sonic boom, he shot rapidly into the distance.

Quite a few people witnessed what happened, and an uproar immediately broke out.

Chen Shouyi flew at high speed. A few minutes later, he had covered more than a thousand kilometers and landed atop a mountain.

As the heavens stirred with killing intent,