Xuanming couldn't help being moved as he gazed at the figure before him.
Gleaming golden patterns slowly emerged across the pitch-black Dragon Robe, adorning it. It was as though Yin and Yang embraced, life and death sustained each other, encompassing the vast cosmos and creating all things in their myriad forms.
"Youxuan, you always exceed my expectations." Xuanming's gaze was complicated, his tone full of emotion.
He had cultivated the Netherworld Dao for many years and wielded the authority of the Netherworld Laws. No one knew better than he did how difficult it was to cross the boundary between life and death. Life and death seemed to be two sides of the same coin, yet a heavenly chasm separated them.
Even if he obtained [Death], he had no confidence that he could bring [Life] under his control so quickly.
"There are things you anticipated even less."
Chu Mo smiled faintly and beckoned with his sword fingers. The Two Forms Sword abruptly appeared beside him.
Its ink-black blade rippled like water, revealing a lustrous white face. Life on the front, death on the reverse-Yin and Yang intertwined to give birth to profound wonders. This sword was no longer merely a sword of [Death]. It now hooked onto the boundary between life and death.
Facing the sword pointed at him, Xuanming's gaze turned dangerous. "It seems I'll have to use a few tricks to make you spit [Life] back out," he said heavily.
He activated the Command Seal. In an instant, long streams of nether qi spread across the nine heavens. The sun and moon lost their light, and the stars hid their radiance. Dark and drifting, dim and murky, a thick black fog arose in moments.
It was as though the Mountain Realm had become the Netherworld Prison, punishing all sins