A Fishing Line

"I know you!"

A majestic voice issued from Yan Jue's mouth.

It was like a great bell in the depths of the cosmos, suddenly struck.

Dong!

The sound rang out, whipping up a storm in Yang Chen's mind.

That single voice alone drained all color from Yang Chen's face.

Yang Chen immediately felt his mind descend into utter chaos, as though some force were violently churning within it.

Behind him, the Black Hole Dharma Form began to emerge of its own accord.

Black energy spread across Yang Chen's entire body, finally stabilizing the soul in his mind once more.

"Hm?"

The being within Yan Jue voiced its doubt.

It seemed somewhat surprised by Yang Chen's reaction.

"This power..."

The being within Yan Jue seemed to fall silent, as though pondering something.

Yang Chen panted heavily.

His chest heaved without pause. That voice from Yan Jue had directly shaken his soul. Even with the Black Hole Dharma Form's help, it still left Yang Chen deeply shaken.

Yang Chen watched Yan Jue warily. The Yan Jue before him now felt completely different from before, as though he had become another person.

"Who are you?" Yang Chen growled.

Yan Jue's gaze gradually sharpened.

"I understand now."

That majestic voice rang out from Yan Jue's body again.

Yet it did not answer Yang Chen's question. It merely stared fixedly at Yang Chen, its gaze seemingly burning hot.

"The one in Chaos!"

The Fire God stared fervently at Yang Chen—or rather, at the Black Hole Dharma Form behind him.

"I never imagined that the thing belonging to the one in Chaos would appear in your hands. It seems even Heaven wants me to charge into Chaos!"

Yan Jue's voice brimmed with excitement.

In Yan Jue's eyes, Yang Chen was like a peerless treasure, his entire