Yun Chen was in the Netherworld Court, where no one knew to look.
He had arrived brimming with aggression, certain of victory. Now, the very two people on whom that certainty rested had pinned him to the ground, leaving him covered in wounds and utterly bedraggled.
Three against one-naturally, he had lost without any surprises.
But he could not understand it. No matter how he tried, he could not understand why Qing Xuan and Feng Yiqing were both Chu Mo.
"Cough, cough." Yun Chen raised his head with difficulty and gazed at the composed man in black robes, a trace of terror and disbelief seeping into his eyes.
He had gained a fresh understanding of just how uncanny the Fuli immortal seed was. All this time, he had actually been discussing how to capture Du You with Du You himself?
What kind of joke was this?!
"Heh, Fellow Daoist Yun Chen, you seem rather surprised." Chu Mo narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly. "There is no need to worry. Everything you do not understand will become clear very soon."
"Immortal seed! What are you trying to do?"
Abandoning all decorum, Yun Chen roared as he fought the fear constantly welling up within him. Before that uncanny thing opposite him, he felt no different from a mortal.
"Brother Yun Chen, naturally, you are going to become [us]. Myriad Spirits arose from [multitude], and should return to [multitude]." Qing Xuan's eyes
stared vacantly at him, his mouth opening and closing as he spoke those horrifying words.
As though finding him too noisy, Feng Yiqing reached out and sealed his mouth. His voice held not a trace of human emotion. "Martial Uncle, what is so bad about becoming [us]?"
Good? What was good about it?!
Yun Chen's eyes widened so far they seemed