Chong Yi had once taken part in the war Saint Cang provoked, when the Dao of Karma attacked the Boundary Realm. After that war, it had fled, leaving Outer Heaven, and had yet to return.
As for Chen, Lu Yin had assimilated him into his body. That was what Chong Yi had learned after returning.
So who did this Bone Flute belong to, Chong Yi or Lu Yin?
It leaned toward Chong Yi. But if it belonged to Chong Yi, it would be meaningless—Chong Yi was worthless. If it belonged to Lu Yin...
At the thought, it headed in that direction.
It hoped it was Lu Yin.
It needed Lu Yin.
Far away in that direction, in a place beyond the reach of ordinary Three Dao Laws creatures, Death Lord had set his sights on the same destination and was heading there.
To Death Lord, the expanse of the Cube was vast, but not unreachable.
As long as it sensed the Bone Flute's location, it could find it.
Lu Yin had no idea Death Lord was targeting him. He held the Bone Flute and studied it intently, pushing aside the jumble of thoughts in his mind.
He had plenty of ideas, but they touched on the Dominators' level of understanding. The more he thought about them now, the worse it would be.
The Bone Flute's method of movement, on the other hand, interested him much more.
When he had evaded the Life Master time and again by using Instant Movement, he had realized that its essence was time, not space. So the Bone Flute's movement was not rooted in space either. It was rooted in death.
Each time it moved, it did not tread upon space, nor did it have anything to do with time. It trod upon death.
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