Published: March 2, 2025
The three lackeys of the sovereign—Wen Yu, Tang Haofei, and Bai.
Originally, Wen Yu was the number one seed, his strength completely crushing Tang Haofei and Bai. Under such circumstances, regardless of what Wen Yu thought of himself, the sovereign would surely monitor him closely.
Because Wen Yu was the greatest hope of the sovereign!
But then the spirit of the demon lord showed up...
He even had dealings with the sovereign...
And the spirit of the demon lord was much stronger than Wen Yu. Much, much stronger, to the extent that the spirit could kill the demon lord with a single move!
So now, what was the point of Wen Yu's existence?
"That's right, to the sovereign, he is entirely dispensable now..."
Bai succinctly summarized the root of Wen Yu's change in attitude.
"He knows this himself. Look, if Wen Yu wanted to escape before, he could have easily run to the Demon Realm, advanced directly there, and broken free from the anchor inside him, thus flying far away... But he didn’t do that before because once he did, the sovereign would likely drag him back—do you really think the sovereign can't monitor Wen Yu’s movements?"
"But now... do you know what Wen Yu counts for?"
Tang Haofei fell silent immediately.
Because Bai had explained it clearly—whatever Wen Yu wanted to do now, wherever he wanted to go, it meant nothing to the sovereign.
He was merely a backup—just like insurance, such as Tang Haofei and Bai. Well, there used to be three pieces of insurance; losing one isn’t a big deal.
That's right, the sovereign didn’t care whether Wen Yu ran away or not—because he had Tang Haofei and Bai firmly under control!
Wen Yu could run, but the two of them could not—so now, Wen Yu was only one-third of the sovereign's backup plan. If one is gone, I still have two left.
The sovereign didn’t care about Wen Yu anymore...
So Wen Yu didn’t have to act anymore.
He could go wherever he wanted, do whatever he wanted, ignore anyone he wanted to ignore, and give anyone he wanted the cold shoulder.
He was completely free...
"Type One... Type One is still on Earth, along with the soul puppet."
Tang Haofei said this dryly, but Bai shook his head gently.
Because Wen Yu was ruthless enough...
He was ruthless enough to easily abandon his own kin and a spirit pet—compared to Wen Yu himself, this was hardly a significant sacrifice.
After making the reasoning clear to Tang Haofei, the two fell into a long silence.
Tang Haofei stared blankly at the campfire, not knowing what he was thinking, while Bai was relaxed, eating and drinking, his eyes darting around, obviously contemplating some mischievous idea.
Until Old Tang quietly asked, "What should we do? Should we go or not? And should we tell Wen Yu about our situation?"
"Tell him? What do you want to say?"
Bai looked at Tang Haofei with a half-smile, casually adding more firewood to the flames. The dark green light flared up, illuminating the cave, bringing not just light but also a hint of depth.
"We can’t say a word about what we discussed to Wen Yu; he isn't one of us, and he doesn't need to be involved in this."
"Whether we go or not... that wasn’t really a question, right? Given our past relationship, I think we should definitely pay a visit."
Saying this, Bai yawned.
"Let’s sleep first. The place isn’t far; let’s get some rest before we have a good discussion with Wen Yu."
...
Inside the Eternal Prison.
Wen Yu hung up the communicator and casually stuffed it back into the Spatial Ring. He gazed into the distance, but all he saw were the black walls of the Eternal Prison.
The Eternal Prison was not large—when Wen Yu originally built it, most of the resources were spent on the rune formation of the Eternal Prison. Coupled with the fact that the building materials were unusual, Wen Yu couldn’t accumulate much space, resulting in the Eternal Prison being less than 200 square meters.
With a dozen or so compartments and some necessary living facilities, it resembled a cheap rental, instantly reducing its prestige.