The ghosts Paper and Desire stood behind Chu Mo, looking at their new colleague with unfathomable expressions.
Lu Ming's soul trembled slightly, and he hurriedly explained:
"I would not dare deceive you, my lord. It was only after arriving in the Netherworld Soil that I gradually learned these things. Though this place is cut off from the outside, fellow cultivators occasionally visit one another. Over time, I heard bits and pieces from several seniors who arrived here before me."
Chu Mo's gaze shifted slightly. "What else do you know? Tell me everything."
Hearing this, Lu Ming immediately gathered his thoughts and continued:
"One senior once said that the number of urban legends in the world is not fixed. Besides those that have existed since ancient times, many new urban legends are constantly being born."
Chu Mo's expression shifted slightly.
In ordinary worlds, the number of "laws" was generally fixed. Each one lost meant one fewer remained, and new laws rarely arose. Only higher worlds that reached the Spirit Transformation level could continually nurture new "laws."
As this thought arose, something suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Laws" subsisted in worlds of the middle tier and above. Fuli Heaven was vast and boundless, home to Spirit Transformation, Dao Integration, and even Mahayana cultivators. Its level was exceedingly high, so why had he never heard of "laws" subsisting there?
Logically, even if his predecessors had plundered them all, Fuli's capabilities should allow new laws to emerge continually. Yet today's Fuli cultivators could only seek otherworldly arts elsewhere.
This defied reason.
Lu Ming's voice interrupted his thoughts as he spoke in a somewhat uncertain tone:
"I also heard that deep within the Netherworld Soil, there seems to be a [Taboo]."
"A Taboo?"
Chu Mo's brow furrowed slightly, and his astonishment deepened.
Judging from all