Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's simple answer, Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng couldn't help sighing.
"It's several years earlier than I expected. The world is truly unpredictable. At our level, even Heaven's Will is still beyond our clear sight. What use is divination? What use is the Way of Changes?"
As it spoke, it turned and left, stepping out of the grand, solemn black hall and rising steadily into the sky above the dim underworld. The ghostly aura surrounding it faded, along with its imperial bearing and its authority over this place. It returned to the form of a Great Sage of the Demon Race, pierced through layer upon layer of mist, and made its way back to the domain of the Fusang Ancient Tree.
It had thought it could spend several more years comprehending the myriad mysteries of the world after death, grasping a few of the keys to the Final Tribulation. Who could have guessed that Zhen Yuanzi would arrive so soon, and with such force?
Inside the hall, the black mist and Death Qi left behind by Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng churned without pause. Vague Dao Patterns emerged, coalescing into a somber, blue-gray imperial seal that fell into Zhen Yuanzi's hand. It was none other than the symbol of authority over the underworld established by Emperor Fengdu!
"Before I had this fortuitous encounter, how could I have known about the arrangements in the Heavenly Prison of the Immortal Realm..." Zhen Yuanzi sighed as well.
It was as if everything had been arranged in advance!
He held out his hand to catch the blue-gray imperial seal, then opened his mouth and breathed out a tranquil yet deathly still glow. It broke through the layers of restrictions upon the seal and left a mark at its core.
Rumble!
Thunder seemed to explode