Du Busi instantly turned into a world-class trash-talker.
But as he kept cursing, he suddenly grew bewildered himself:
"Whoa, where the hell have I ended up?"
Du Busi looked around.
"Is this still the Douluo Continent?"
"Wait, I'm not dead!"
"No, you are."
Lin Ming pointed at him expressionlessly.
"Can't you see?"
"You're in a soul state now."
"That's not right!"
Du Busi's eyes widened.
"I clearly blew myself up! Even my soul should've been blasted out of existence. How could I possibly still be in a soul state?"
"What does blowing yourself up have to do with your soul?"
"It's not like you sacrificed yourself."
Lin Ming looked at him as though he were an idiot.
That was true.
Once Du Busi realized that, he quickly grew wary:
"Who are you?"
"Is this a place for the dead?"
"Are you a god of the Netherworld?"
"No, I'm alive."
Lin Ming couldn't be bothered to talk in circles with him anymore.
"Besides, your era is long over. You're now in a world ten thousand years later."
"What the hell are you babbling about?"
Du Busi wore an expression that said, Do you take this sect master for a fool?
"We in the Body Sect might have well-developed muscles, but that doesn't mean we're simple-minded, all right?"
"Ten thousand years later, my ass. I clearly only just died."
"Right, even your memories got saved when you were blown to death. Anyway, I mean exactly what I said."
Lin Ming spoke calmly.
"I summoned you here from ten thousand years ago."
"Ten thousand years ago, you blew yourself up to hold back the Sun Moon Empire's army. Your Body Sect suffered devastating casualties in that battle. Even the sect itself was wiped out, with only a few remnants escaping."
"Fortunately, its legacy