Three Layers!

Deep in the starry sky, Evil Horn Ancestral Land... ruins!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!...

Ripples surged through the void as the savage claw tore through layer upon layer of heaven once more, withdrawing from the depths of space.

Netherworld opened his blood-red eyes and stared at his glinting fingertips, his brows knitting slightly.

"Formless Sky Demon?!"

He had been busy writing earlier and had not had time to think it over. Only now did he suddenly feel that this name sounded faintly familiar.

And in a flash of thought, he quickly caught where that familiarity came from—it originated from Xie Sen's memories he had once examined!

More precisely, it was a certain memory of Xie Sen's from Thousand Years Ago!

A league of trash had been beaten into disarray by human Prodigies, and one of those human Prodigies had borne the codename "Formless Sky Demon"!

And now, Beo had happened to speak the exact same title!

"Coincidence?"

Without him noticing, a trace of suspicion rose in his blood-red eyes as he turned to stare at the elegant middle-aged man beside him.

"We're old friends. No need to thank me!"

Beo smiled faintly and waved a hand dismissively.

"I just made up a title offhand. It's nothing. What matters is putting this Heavenly Demon Prodigy on the Demon Sealing Record, to warn the Ten Thousand Races!"

As those words fell, the suspicion in Netherworld's blood-red eyes faded as well.

It was not that Netherworld did not wish to be suspicious. There was simply nowhere for suspicion to begin.

Just as Beo had said, it was only a title. There were no traces of any conspiracy to be seen.

Besides,

Evil Horn Ancestral Land had been destroyed, and Xie Sen, one of those involved, had long since been reduced to dust and bones.