The Five-Time Crown King

"Devouring vitality—does that mean it wants to trade life force for the Great Dao?"

Su Ye's expression immediately turned grave. Although his level of life was high, that did not mean he could ignore his own life slipping away.

A level of life was only a level of life; it did not stand for everything. The descendants of the Ten Fiends had a far higher level of life than ordinary beings—did that mean they could let their own vitality drain away at will?

He did not continue comprehending. Instead, his figure flashed, and he arrived at Rocky Slope. Hiding within the void, he looked at the six Underworld Race Venerables. He could sense that their vitality was draining away, and at an extremely rapid pace.

So that was how it was.

He did not show himself. Instead, he left without a sound, striding toward the depths.

Hell was weird, dangerous, and terrifying, but wasn't he weird too?

Scare him off by being weird?

What a joke.

Today, he was going to see what was in this Hell and what mysteries the Life and Death Dao held.

As he kept going deeper, the world around him constantly changed. At times it was brimming with life; at times all things rotted away. Gradually, there was only eternal darkness ahead of him.

Pitch-black. Deathly still.

He could see nothing. Even the Heavenly Eye failed, unable to see through it.

In this pitch-black world, even his own consciousness seemed as if it were about to blur, to fall into eternal silence within the darkness. Suddenly, his body gave off light, illuminating his spirit and driving away that ancient, everlasting darkness.

He moved forward through the darkness.

Before long, he passed through this dark world and arrived in a world of light. What entered his