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Sheng Yi didn't want to become the second Saint Cang.
No, actually, Saint Cang had gotten off relatively well. At least he'd escaped and taken a great deal of resources with him. Sheng Yi might not be so lucky.
Lu Yin had returned again.
Sheng Yi...
She watched Lu Yin leave and come back again and again. It was the same every time.
Not long afterward, Lu Yin didn't return. He'd gone to find a living being and fulfill a promise: Zheng.
It had helped him more than once back then. It had also provided the method that allowed divine energy and Dead Silence Power to fuse. Lu Yin was the kind of person who repaid both grudges and kindness.
He knew where Zheng was.
Beyond the barrier of the Seventy-two Realms, in the direction nearest the Miro Realm, a tree branch dipped low, its shadow twisting across the ground.
On closer inspection, the shadow looked like a crow distorted by the ground.
It was, in fact, a crow.
Lu Yin appeared nearby with Instant Movement and turned to look.
Zheng emerged from the shadow and said respectfully, "Lord Chen." It was uneasy. It had always thought it was dealing with the Humanoid Skeleton, a being of the Dao of Death. But the battle more than a hundred years ago had made it realize that the Humanoid Skeleton was merely that human's clone, and that the human had fused with Chen,
reaching an unimaginable height.
Saint Rou, Ming Qing—each of them was an Absolute Expert it had heard of. In the era when it was born, those powerful beings' names had carried the same weight as Saint Qing and Shi Buzhan did now in the Seventy-two Realms.
It had survived for ages and knew all too well how powerful