Power was supposed to help cultivators, but Dead Silence Power had brought him endless pain. Whatever the reason for that pain, power itself should not have caused a cultivator such suffering.
If a blade in your hand could turn on you, would you dare use it?
Countless years of torment had made Yan unwilling, deep down, to acknowledge the Dao of Death. The Death Lord would surely sense that emotion. As a Three Dao Laws powerhouse who had hidden in the Seventy-two Realms for countless years, Yan would be a master of any Main Dao and would inevitably have to meet the ruler.
I was unwilling to face Death Lord because I feared he would question me about the secret behind my destruction of the Fluff Civilization, pursue the matter, and see through my disguise.
But Yan was unwilling to face the Death Lord because it had grown to despise the Dao of Death itself.
When someone looked at something from a different perspective, they could come to a completely different conclusion.
The more Yan learned about the Main Dao, the more it despised it. The Dao of Death was no exception.
It was facing me now because my approach differed from that of the Main Dao, perhaps.
"What makes you think I can help you? I'm only at the One Dao Law Eternal Life Realm," Lu Yin said.
Yan replied, "Your strength is immense, sir. No matter how you did it, withstanding the bombardment of an entire realm makes you a Square Walker. Even if you can't help me now, you may be able to in the future. What can I offer in exchange for your help?"
"A deal?"
"A plea."
Lu Yin studied Yan closely. It was unlike any other Three Dao Laws being.
Even Old Blind Man,