Originally, Lin Mo had only intended to use Lei Xun's identity to infiltrate the Netherbone Divine Hall and seize an opportunity to steal the Netherworld Soul Seal.
He had never expected to encounter such a warmhearted Evil General.
Not only had Bing Hun helped him slip inside, but he had also found him such a perfect hiding place.
With this refuge, he could first establish a foothold within the Netherbone Divine Hall, slowly investigate its layout and circumstances, then plan his next move at leisure.
"Brother Lei Xun, focus on recovering. I won't disturb you any longer."
Bing Hun was about to take his leave when, upon reaching the entrance to the Yin Plant Division, he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, right, Brother Lei Xun. The Nether Venerable said he would summon all the Nether Guards and Evil Generals in three days."
"I'll tell him that you're gravely wounded, barely clinging to life, and unable to get out of bed. You needn't show yourself then."
After Bing Hun left the Yin Plant Division, a trace of suspicion arose in Lin Mo's heart.
Setting up a formation?
Senior Feng and Senior Mo clearly said that the grandest ritual in the Nine Netherworlds Abyss was the Sacrificial Ceremony.
But the Sacrificial Ceremony is held once every hundred years, and the next one is still over seventy years away.
Why suddenly gather all the Nether Guards and Evil Generals in three days? What is he plotting?
Forget it. I'll go take a look when the time comes, and then I'll know.
Unable to puzzle it out, Lin Mo stopped dwelling on it and turned toward the magnificent Spirit Fields before him.
He hurried forward, covering three steps in two, and plucked a dusky-purple spirit ginseng, his eyes blazing with excitement.
"Mid-tier fifth-grade Spirit Plant,