Lu Yin came to the entrance of the palace and swept his domain across the entire Burial Garden. There were no secrets left here for him, and almost all the Wandering Corpses were gone. Without them, some places looked quite beautiful, such as Tea Mountain.
Under the sweep of his domain, Lu Yin dug up everything useful.
Hook Scythe fragments, humanoid Progenitor Relics, and more.
Before long, the Death God's Hook Scythe was complete in Lu Yin's hands.
Black light swept across the Burial Garden, carrying the chilling, murderous aura unique to death energy. Every living thing that sensed it felt its scalp tingle.
Even the people in Primordial City, outside the Burial Garden, noticed it.
Old Ancestor Lu Yuan and the others looked toward the Burial Garden in surprise, their faces alight with excitement. They all rushed in and found Lu Yin.
"Little Seven, is that Chu Heizi's weapon?" Old Ancestor Lu Yuan asked.
Under the gaze of the Three Realms Six Paths, Lu Yin silently nodded and handed them the Death God's Hook Scythe.
The Death God had taught him and saved his life. To the Three Realms Six Paths, however, he had been more like family. It was more fitting to give them the Death God's weapon.
Deep beneath Primordial City, the Progenitor's gaze fell on the Death God's Hook Scythe in the Burial Garden. He sighed. "They were all good children."
Lu Yin's expression was complicated. He had thought he might find the Death God's remains in the Burial Garden. Someone had said the Death God was dismembered and his body had fallen into the garden, but Lu Yin hadn't found him.
He longed to see the Death God. Lu Yin looked at Old Ancestor Lu Yuan and the others. Even if they grumbled and cursed,