Underworld Turmoil, a Storm Is Brewing—two flowers bloom, each told on its own branch.
As the storm clouds gradually gathered over Sky Devil Mountain, in the Underworld, separated by endless space, undercurrents also surged as turbulent waves threatened to rise.
At the ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Road, Demonic Shadows loomed everywhere, and killing intent hung thick in the air.
Golden Bone Corpse King knelt on both knees before the great powers of the Underworld Clan and respectfully reported, "Reporting to you, my lords, this subordinate has just returned from the Immortal Realm. I ensured that the spatial node over there was unobstructed..."
At this point, he paused, and his expression suddenly darkened. "Unfortunately, I encountered a mysterious powerhouse along the way. I exhausted every ounce of strength I possessed and only barely escaped. Otherwise, I could certainly have brought back more intelligence."
He went all out describing Shen Yun's terrifying might, recounting his own journey of "fighting his way out drenched in blood" and "narrowly escaping death several times" in a stirring, heroic fashion, presenting himself as a figure of unyielding integrity.
--However, this entire episode was a subconscious planted in him by Shen Yun. In reality, it was all something he had imagined.
Not far away, Void Cave Devil Emperor, Lord of the Nether River, the Five Prisons War Gods, and the other great powers of the Underworld stood silently like unfathomable abysses, listening to him. Occasionally, they asked questions, their expressions deep and impossible to read.
A ghostly flame leaped in Lord of the Nether River's eyes like two Netherworld lamps, sweeping back and forth over Golden Bone Corpse King.
After a long while, he slowly lowered his eyes and spoke in a voice like a cold spring striking stone. "There are no traces of control