Deep in the Dead Sea of the Undead World, Han Shuo suddenly fell still. His body did not move at all, and he showed no sign of life, as though he had sunk into the deepest sleep.
Little Skeleton looked at Han Shuo standing motionless on the Bone Demon, unsure what to do for a moment. But he could sense the powerful aura within Han Shuo's Divine Sense, and that aura told him Han Shuo had not truly lost all signs of life.
"Master, what is going on?" the Bone Demon sent a message to Little Skeleton.
This Bone Demon, forged by Little Skeleton from tough bones, had followed him for a long time. Little Skeleton's power inspired instinctive fear in him. He knew Little Skeleton might not yet be the most terrifying being in the Undead World, but he understood that Little Skeleton's ever-growing strength would surely make him more and more powerful, allowing him to surpass one mighty being after another.
Yet even a master like this had an utterly mysterious father. Han Shuo, who came from another plane, made the Bone Demon very curious. He did not understand how a being as powerful as Little Skeleton could have Han Shuo as his father.
"That is not something you should ask!" Little Skeleton replied. He circled Han Shuo several times atop the Bone Demon, studying the motionless Han Shuo as though trying to work out exactly what he was doing.
After a while, Little Skeleton patted the Bone Demon and ordered, "All right, just watch over him for now. Don't concern yourself with anything else."
"As you command, Master!"
In the Undead World, where there was no concept of time, no one knew how long had passed before Han Shuo's Divine Sense stirred. His soul passed through the