These were not Di Yi's wild imaginings, but reasoned conjectures.
His instincts had sensed danger, and every time this happened, it involved something connected to Black Blood, such as the eerie Dark Light aboard that Ghost Ship.
That Netherworld was the same. It harbored malice and gave him an intensely sickening feeling, like some sort of curse.
"Hmm, what is this?" While Di Yi was deep in thought, something drifted out of the Netherworld he had sealed off. Of course, it was not something that had emerged just now, but something that had already "smuggled" its way out earlier.
It seemed to have set its sights on him. Like pollen from some plant, it descended from beyond the world, making even the void tremble beneath its weight.
"What a lovely fragrance. What kind of pollen is this?" Di Yi watched the drifting pollen. It seemed to possess a living will, shimmering with unknown order and laws.
Buzz!
Countless patterns rippled from the pollen, weaving together and enveloping everything. The entire world seemed to become unreal. Only the region where Di Yi stood remained; everything else was no more than flowers in a mirror and the moon upon water, fading away inch by inch.
"This is bad!" Di Yi acted in an instant, not because he had sensed any danger, but because the pollen was something this newborn world could not withstand.
It had not yet truly broken free of the Netherworld and was merely drifting through a space isolated from the world, yet it had already brought about signs of such an outcome.
One could imagine what consequences would follow when the pollen truly descended.
Thud!
Di Yi took out the Rotten Wooden Box. It was a supreme artifact, the only thing currently capable of bearing his magnitude. He sent