Elsewhere, after tearing open space and escaping to the other end of the Netherworld, Lin Chen did not linger.
He stood on a gray-white wasteland, caught his breath, and glanced behind him-the spatial rift had already closed, and that man had not followed.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare let his guard down.
The man who claimed to be his father was far stronger than he had anticipated. At their last meeting, he had only just advanced to Stigma, yet now he was already at the Stigma Intermediate Stage.
With that Azure Dragon as well, Lin Chen would surely be defeated and captured if they pinned him down. He had to return to the Bone Territory and find his adoptive father.
Lin Chen got his bearings and sped toward the Bone Monarch's territory.
Along the way, he crossed three wastelands, two River Styx Tributaries, and a mountain of withered bones. After nearly two days, he finally saw the border of the Bone Territory.
The Bone Territory was the largest of the Netherworld's thirty-three territories ruled by lords.
Within it stood an enormous Bone Palace, built atop a low mountain formed from countless skeletal remains.
The mountain consisted entirely of densely packed layers of bones-white, gray, and yellow, stacked like geological strata.
Dense undead settlements surrounded the palace, with skeletons, zombies, wraiths, and liches mingling everywhere.
Those familiar Bone-White Banners lined the border, with an undead patrol stationed every few dozen paces.
Lin Chen passed through the outer undead settlements and entered the Bone Palace.
The palace was empty except for two rows of Bone Guardians standing watch. At the sight of Lin Chen, they all bowed their heads in greeting.
Lin Chen ignored them and strode deeper into the palace.
After entering the Bone Palace, he