Ghost Thousand Crown Prince retreated again. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
"I'm asking you a question. Do you absorb your death aura, or do you produce it yourself?" Lu Yin asked coldly.
Ghost Thousand Crown Prince gritted his teeth. "I absorb it. No one can produce death aura."
Lu Yin frowned. "Where do you absorb it?"
"Ghost Abyss," Ghost Thousand Crown Prince replied.
"Other than Ghost Abyss? Is there really nowhere else in this starry sky with death aura?" Lu Yin asked.
Ghost Thousand Crown Prince looked at Lu Yin strangely. "As the Death God's successor, you're the only person in this era who can create death aura yourself, yet you're asking me this?"
Lu Yin narrowed his eyes. Create death aura? He couldn't do that.
"All death aura originally came from the Death God. The universe originally had no death aura; it was all created by the Death God. Our race merely borrowed death aura to cultivate long ago. We aren't its rulers," Ghost Thousand Crown Prince explained.
Lu Yin thought of the Deathfiend Race. It was the same there. The Deathfiend Race could transform ordinary people. In theory, anyone could absorb death aura, but they would become uncontrollable. The Deathfiend Race had cultivated with death aura in the distant past, and as their descendants became increasingly adapted to it, they eventually formed a race. Ghost Abyss in this starry sky was the same.
Perhaps Ghost Abyss was the Deathfiend Race.
"Go to Ghost Abyss. You can become its king." Ghost Thousand Crown Prince suddenly spoke, his gaze carrying a trace of fervor. It seemed he had thought of something, and he grew even more excited.
Lu Yin sneered. "Do you take me for an idiot? If I go to Ghost Abyss, whether I live or die