As dark currents surged beneath the surface of the outside world, Shen Yun, standing at the heart of the storm, remained utterly unruffled and walked alone through the vast mountains and wilderness.
At dawn, he entered the Ancient Temple, the first rays of sunlight shining upon the lofty forest.
After crossing the hills, he stopped before a Nameless Ancient Temple and looked down upon the empty world beneath his feet.
Dark clouds hung low over the wilderness, and fine rain drifted like gauze, shrouding everything in gloom and haze.
In the indistinct distance, dark and murky Death Qi spread from beneath the earth like the Nether River overflowing its banks. Wherever it passed, trees withered and all vitality faded, draping the valley in a thick veil of gloom.
This was precisely the Nameless Hidden Valley where Shen Qiu had previously dug three feet into the ground, triggering an upheaval in the Underworld.
"This aura seems somewhat familiar..."
Shen Yun muttered softly, then turned his gaze behind him and fixed it on the Golden Bone Corpse King. "Is the person who released you shaped like this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his sleeve fluttered lightly. Immortal light swirled through the void before him, and in an instant, it formed a vivid, lifelike image of a defiant face. It was none other than Shen Qiu.
"Hmph! This king's bones are forged of iron and steel. Don't even think about forcing a single word out of my mouth. You'd better give up while you can!"
The Golden Bone Corpse King raised his head and spoke with sonorous force, every word ringing like metal striking stone.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to be so loyal."
Shen Yun raised his brows slightly, seemingly showing a few points of approval. "What I admire most is