The higher you fly, the darker the darkness becomes.

Ye Xuan did not stop, but kept rising.

When he reached a certain critical point, Ye Xuan stopped and at the same time released his purpose with the Emperor Soul.

Whoosh - the darkness blows away like the wind.

An ancient avenue appeared in front of Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan stood here.

At the other end, stood a sword cultivator in blue shirt.

The swordsman in green shirt looked at Ye Xuan calmly.

Ye Xuan looked at the sword cultivator in blue shirt, his expression became strange, and he felt even more weird in his heart.

Isn't this green-robed sword cultivator the one he killed outside the underworld before?

In the previous conversation with the Cursed Tree, Ye Xuan kept recalling and guessing that the Lord of Death was someone he had met.

He has even locked onto another person.

But he never expected that the blue-shirted sword cultivator would actually die.

But soon, Ye Xuan calmed down and understood.

The true form of the Lord of Death is definitely not this blue-shirted sword cultivator.

Or everyone he thinks of is the Lord of Death, but at the same time they are not, they are just the carriers of the consciousness of the Lord of Death.

Including the sword cultivator in green shirt in front of me.

At this moment, under another void, Jiuyou Mingfeng had fallen into a deep sleep.
Chapter completed!