Receiving the power of heaven and earth's rules and using it for oneself.
That was power Dao Fruit Experts could obtain.
But no matter how strong that power was, it ultimately belonged to the Heavenly Dao.
It had nothing to do with oneself.
That was also the limitation of such power.
Yet the scroll used by the white-robed scholar now produced rules that were not borrowed from the power of heaven and earth's rules.
Rather, they were rules truly established by himself.
The two sounded similar, but they were as far apart as heaven and earth.
One borrowed another's power; the other established rules himself.
But not just anyone was qualified to establish rules.
One had to be acknowledged by heaven and earth.
The acknowledgment of heaven and earth was recognition from the world's essence; it had nothing to do with the Great Dao.
In this regard, even if the Great Dao favored the white-robed scholar, it could not casually allow him to establish rules.
Therefore, the rules the white-robed scholar had established were brought forth by borrowing some kind of power.
Even the Lord of the Dead would find it difficult to break through such rules.
Hearing the white-robed scholar's words, the Lord of the Dead's expression turned ugly.
No wonder the person behind the scenes had used false information to lure these people into the Netherworld Domain.
So they had wanted to use the living to establish rules in this place of extreme yin.
He had truly been played like a fiddle.
The Lord of the Dead asked flatly, "Then what is your purpose?"
"Cannot be spoken, cannot be spoken." The white-robed scholar shook his head slightly.
At this moment, he was no longer afraid of death, nor did he fear that the Lord of the Dead would