Da Mao opened the portal. Only after watching Lu Yin step through did he follow.
The enormous Divine Tree blazed with many colors, divine power flowing down in a river that stretched into the distance.
Looking down, Lu Yin saw an abyss with no visible bottom. But from here, he could see clearly: portals and hanging coffins, one after another.
This clone had no divine power. Now that he had come here, he felt the pressure of the divine power weighing on him, a deeply unsettling sensation.
He looked up at the hanging coffins along the cliff face. When his true self entered through consciousness, he appeared inside one of those coffins, right?
He really wanted to open those coffins one by one and see what the Unknowns looked like.
He was curious about Black Unknown, about White, about Hehe Old Guy, and even more about Eight Colors.
Yet to this day, he still couldn't see these beings clearly.
Lan Meng was an Unknown just like them, but the gap between him and them was enormous.
Lu Yin gazed up at Zhizong. Eyes from within its hanging coffins gazed back at him.
But all they could see was a blur.
"Hehe, Eight Colors, does this mean you don't trust us? You won't even let us see the new recruit," Hehe Old Guy said.
"None of us have ever revealed our true forms to one another," Eight Colors replied. "At least, not here."
"This little fellow is quite capable. This is the first time an undead being from the Death Universe has joined my Unknowns. Interesting." Hehe Old Guy laughed.
The Immortal Master's voice rang out. "Is he going to choose divine power?"
"That's an essential step. So far, only you and little Lu Yin have been exceptions," Hehe Old Guy