In the Fierce Nether King Realm, the sun hung high above the sky, and waves of scorching heat seared the entire world.
The void, torn apart by the chaotic tribulation energy, was gradually healing. Compared to the arrow from before, it recovered hundreds of times faster. As the Heavenly Dao slowly revived, all laws began operating at their limits.
A giant cauldron hovered in midair. Not far away, a black-scaled true dragon soared through the heavens, its claws pinning down half a corpse.
Shi Lan stepped forward to examine the Supreme before her. He looked no older than twenty, and his aura was as clear and flawless as a piece of fine jade. The chaotic tribulation energy clinging to his wounds was still corroding his body, snuffing out his vitality.
The power of the Burial Realm was far too strange. Even a Supreme could not purge it after being tainted for a short while.
A Supreme's mind was bound to hold more secrets about the Samsara Hall. Shi Lan wanted to learn more.
"So, you're a little ghost from the myriad realms..."
Before Shi Lan could speak, the suppressed Supreme sensed Samsara's presence and gave a cold laugh.
"I don't know what your current mission is, but the Heavenly Dao has sealed this world. If you can't break the seal, you won't escape death either. Join forces with me, and there may still be a sliver of hope."
The moment the man spoke, Shi Lan realized she had been a little naive. Even if he really told her something, she could not know whether it was true. Worse, it might cause her to misjudge someone from the Samsara Hall later through sheer force of habit. It would not help much with her current predicament, either.
When it came to psychological