When Chen Daolin had been trapped in Cloud Palace for two years without any news, with even the virtual universe unable to contact him, the Giant Axe Dojo staff responsible for monitoring his status did not dare neglect the matter and reported it upward. Very quickly, many people in the Giant Axe Dojo learned that Chen Daolin had undertaken an extremity-level mission and had gone two years without any word.
Though this alone could not prove that Chen Daolin had died, given the danger of an extremity-level mission, the likelihood of his falling was very high.
"Ha ha ha..."
Within the virtual universe, inside a magnificent, enormous palace, Nightmare Candle King sat upon his throne, drinking deeply of fine wine as he laughed heartily.
"I told you. Just some brat who didn't know his own limits—on his very first cultivation mission, he dared take an extremity-level task. Now he's crashed and burned, hasn't he!"
Nightmare Candle King was in high spirits.
He felt absolutely wonderful inside.
He usually hated peerless geniuses the most. Although he himself was a king-level immortal, he had relied on his father, Fire Erosion Venerable, sparing no expense to nurture him with all kinds of treasures and resources. Otherwise, with Nightmare Candle King's talent, becoming an immortal would have been a miracle, much less becoming a king-level immortal!
Of course, no one dared say that to his face, but that did not mean Nightmare Candle King was unaware of what others thought of him!
Thus, he particularly loathed those peerless geniuses, especially the ones who did not get along with him.
With the enormous interests surrounding Earth involved as well, Nightmare Candle King found Chen Daolin even more displeasing to the eye. He wished Chen Daolin would hurry up and die in that extremity-level mission.
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