(PS: The final sentence of the previous chapter was an inner thought. All thoughts concerning the protagonist's plans to break the deadlock are inner thoughts; hereby declared.)
At this moment, as the cloud vortex grew larger and larger.
Within Zhoujue Yin Heaven Palace, atop the jade platform.
Great Emperor Fengdu had shed his usual indolence and sat upright upon his throne.
That chaotic, indistinct face, impossible to gaze upon directly, faced the Profound Light Mirror before him.
All things between heaven and earth, down to the finest detail, lay revealed beneath his divine sight.
His expression was grave. Then he suddenly sneered. "Since someone insists on reaching a hand into the Netherworld, good. Very good—then I would like to see just which great immortal possesses such heaven-reaching skill!"
"Even if it is one of the Dao Ancestors or one of Their Majesties, my Netherworld is the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao. It is not a place one may enter and leave at will. If they truly seek to plot against the Netherworld, I am no fish upon the chopping block, to be bullied by anyone."
A frigid aura surged around him like boiling tides, giving him the bearing of one seated in the rear, looking down upon all beneath heaven.
"Boy, since you want to gamble on your fortune, then this time, I too shall see just how great that fortune of yours is!"
Within the Profound Light Mirror.
Lu Chen still sat cross-legged on the banks of the River of Forgetfulness.
His gaze was icy as he stared straight at the churning cloud vortex above the gloomy heavens.
Heavenly Court, Red Luan Star Manor.
Looking at the Netherworld gate before him, which he had waited a thousand years to see.
The Matchmaker God felt a fleeting sense