One month later.
"This seems to be a notebook."
Beneath the dark sky of the Nine Yins Underworld, Reilo found an exquisite notebook among the ruins of bones.
It was finely made. The demonic materials inside seemed to have been processed a second time using a special technique, from the hide of some kind of high-level Magical Beast. Though nobody knew how much time had passed, it had still retained its original quality.
The Dimensional Swordsman merely glanced at it and showed no interest.
Compared to a month ago, this reclusive powerhouse of the Ghost Spirit Sword Clan had acquired two more wounds, on top of the injuries left by the Whirlpool of Reincarnation. Two patches of ghostly flame were missing from its body, making it look like a candle flickering in the wind.
"I envy your sturdy body. It can provide you with such abundant energy."
After speaking in a low voice, it noticed a creature not far away.
Over the past month, besides the bizarre entities that might appear out of nowhere at any moment, more and more of the Foolish had become lost here. Creatures like the survivors of Datong, who could still maintain their rationality, were extremely rare exceptions.
As the Foolish creature drew closer, they both got a clear look at it.
It seemed to have once been a three-headed Demon Wolf.
But for some unknown reason, one of its heads had been severed. Of its two remaining heads, one was filled with the darkness of death and corruption, while the other blazed with violent, scorching flames. Its body looked hollowed out, gaunt until it was little more than skin and bones. Yet, like nearly all the Foolish here, it was utterly insane, charging at the two of them.
"It seems to be an evil