Minato's death plunged Tang Wulin into unprecedented grief, so much so that he forgot one thing: his family ran the Netherworld.
Xu Feng looked at his grandson, who had suddenly appeared before him, in bewilderment. Unless he remembered wrong, with the spell he had taught the boy, even if Minato couldn't beat an opponent, no one in the entire universe could outrun him when he fled.
"Tell me, how did you get yourself killed?"
"Grandpa, here's what happened."
Minato recounted everything he had experienced, and Xu Feng's expression instantly darkened. He knew that thing could possess other people's bodies, but he hadn't expected it to take over his son's body as well.
Ban had traveled far too deep into the past, hundreds of thousands of years before Xu Feng was even born. By the time Xu Feng sealed the Demon Ancestor, all he could find was the family Ban had left behind.
He had assumed the corpse had decayed after hundreds of thousands of years of exposure to the elements. He never imagined that thing had possessed it instead.
"Grandpa, should we go right now and..."
"No, it's not time yet. His strength isn't the biggest issue. The most terrifying thing about him is his means of escape."
Xu Feng had killed that fellow countless times already, but he could split his mind into countless fragments. Every fragment could grow anew, and before it matured, there wasn't even any way to detect anything unusual.
What Xu Feng needed was a great battle, one that would bring all of that fellow's fragments together.
Minato understood that his grandfather had his own plans. For now, he couldn't be revived and could only stay in Wangsheng City for a while. It was just a shame he couldn't see his wife.
Meanwhile, Tang Wulin