Several days later, in a temporary cave abode in a river valley.
Di Yang strode inside, covered in dust, his silver armor battered and his unhealed wounds faintly visible. Yet he was in remarkably high spirits.
At the sight of the black-robed figure seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes grew hot. He hurried forward a few steps and immediately bowed. "Teacher! Your disciple... has returned!"
Chu Mo slowly opened his eyes and looked him over before speaking gently. "It is good that you returned. It seems you gained something else on this journey."
"Yes!"
Unable to contain his excitement, Di Yang paid no heed to anything else and hurriedly presented an object from inside his robes with both hands. It was a dark-gold personal seal, two fingers wide, with the name [Di Yang] engraved on its base.
"After the Taboo targeted me, I accidentally fell into a fissure..."
Di Yang spoke rather quickly, recounting everything he had seen and heard. "That voice called himself Lu Ming and said he had inherited the legacy of the Ancient Underworld Bureaucracy. He said we shared a fated connection, so he gave me this seal. He also said... once my cultivation was sufficient, I could use this seal to sense the way and seek out the Underworld Bureaucracy's legacy in the World Sea."
Having finished, he offered the personal seal a little farther forward, utterly open and without the slightest intention of keeping it for himself. "Everything I have was bestowed by you, Teacher. Naturally, you should decide what to do with this."
Chu Mo's expression shifted slightly at his words. Could those Underworld Bureaucracy Ruins in the World Sea truly be Di Yang's fated opportunity?
He reached out and accepted the personal seal. After a brief examination, he discovered that it