Brother, Have You Fallen Under an Evil Spell?

The stench of decay had begun to spread across the world. Everywhere lay desolation and the chill of death.

Even mortals could sense that the world seemed to have changed.

It was as if an executioner's blade hung over their heads, ready to fall at any moment.

None of these changes could affect Li Ming anymore.

He continued to roam the universe.

One day, Li Ming caught sight of the Netherworld Venerable.

After using the Fusang Divine Tree and the Moon Laurel Divine Tree to live a new lifetime in the Undying Mountain, he had returned the Immortal Medicines, left the mountain, and vanished.

Even Li Ming had been unable to find a trace of him.

Yet here he was today.

The mysterious Netherworld Venerable now stood hunched over.

His vitality had waned, his hair and beard had turned white, and his once-plump body had withered to skin and bones. Bent with age, he had truly entered his twilight years.

Compared with the young, round-faced Daoist whose vitality had once surged, he was as far apart as clouds and mud.

Li Ming found it strange. By his reckoning, Netherworld Emperor Duan De should still have had plenty of years left after living a new lifetime.

Even if Immortal Medicines could no longer grant him another lifetime, he surely had other strange means of extending his life.

Netherworld Emperor Duan De should not have grown so old.

After they spoke for a while, Li Ming learned that Netherworld Emperor Duan De had staked everything on one throw, storing all his life essence in the Immortal Platform between his brows.

Besides the Reincarnation Seal within his body, he had nurtured an incomparably radiant Immortal Fetus on that Immortal Platform.

It seemed the Immortal Fetus might break free of its cocoon and emerge