Good Eye

"It's the old bastard! The Body Sect's Main Body Old Rogue is here!"

"Thank goodness! Main Body Old Rogue didn't abandon us!"

Sixth's face, usually touched with mischief, twisted with joy.

He laughed, but tears glimmered in his eyes. "I didn't die for nothing! The old bastard still cares about me!"

As Jiang Hao's will forced its way in, the anchor severed when Sixth died in the real world and left no body behind reconnected.

The snapped string between reality and the Realm of the Living and the Dead drew taut once more.

Understanding dawned on Jiang Hao.

So that was it—a person needed an anchor in reality to fix their coordinates before the dead could swim against the current and return to the world of the living.

Last time, that anchor had been Sixth.

But Sixth's body had been destroyed. The anchor had collapsed, and the connection had naturally broken.

Now Jiang Hao had to take the Underworld River's authority into his own hands and become the new anchor.

Only then could he bring back his brothers, lost in the realm of the dead.

Jiang Hao's mind raced, and a rational plan took shape:

From now on, he and Sixth could never die at the same time.

Either he placed Sixth in some corner far from the eye of the storm,

so far away that their enemies would never realize they had to kill both of them to end it all;

or... he stuffed Sixth into his own body.

Then, if Jiang Hao died, Sixth could hide in the Sea of Consciousness. With his body protected by Against the Current, he could use that sea as his coordinates.

He could establish the anchor again and return to reality.

"All right. Come home with me."

Jiang Hao stood. His voice