After saying that, Feng Zhi sat down cross-legged directly before Ye Xuan.
Watching Feng Zhi's divine power fluctuate without end, Ye Xuan coughed twice but did not choose to make a move.
At the same time, his thoughts returned to some time ago.
Eighteen Levels of Hell (memory).
The hellish lava slowly parted, and the Lord of the Underworld stood before Ye Xuan alongside an unfamiliar man.
"Do you want to live or die?"
The unfamiliar man asked softly.
Ye Xuan, whose pipa bone had been pierced through by iron chains, did not even raise his head. "I wanted to die long ago, but you people won't let me die."
"If you still have a shred of humanity, then give me a quick death."
Hearing Ye Xuan's words, the unfamiliar man crouched down. "Dying is simple, but don't you want to know who I am?"
Clatter!
The iron chains were tugged, and Ye Xuan raised his head to look at the unfamiliar man before him.
He was plainly dressed, with above-average features and an Immortal King Realm aura. Yet the Lord of the Underworld behind him held a trace of respect in his eyes.
"To have the Lord of the Underworld accompany you, you must be some extraordinary figure."
"But why is your cultivation so low? You only have the strength of the Immortal King Realm."
"Could it be that you've concealed your aura, and I failed to see through it?"
The unfamiliar man smiled at Ye Xuan's words.
"Worthy of being a vessel raised by Ye Yongxian. You can still analyze things calmly in this kind of environment."
"My cultivation is indeed only at the Immortal King Realm, because I am not skilled in combat."
"I came to find you this time because I want to release you