Published: March 2, 2025
“The Heavenly Dao has sealed me here, imposing a multitude of restrictions and forcing me to filter soul energy for it. I can't get out; I can only passively act as a sieve. If you want me to teach you something, that’s fine. I can even give you more, but you have to rescue me!”
“How do I save you?”
“Quite simple. I'll teach you some tricks that will allow you to absorb the energy from this Great Light Sphere. If you drain the energy from the light sphere, it will have no source of soul energy left, and naturally, I will be able to leave.”
“Is it really that simple?”
Wen Yu was stunned. This was great news! Not only could he absorb soul energy and enhance his own soul strength, but he could also obtain numerous good things from the young man.
“By the way, I need to clarify first: once the soul energy here is completely absorbed, the restrictions laid down by the Heavenly Dao will become ineffective. It will definitely notice the situation here, and its reaction...”
A heavy feeling settled in Wen Yu's heart—although the Heavenly Dao had already sent someone to kill him, the two hadn't truly reached a point of confrontation yet. If he were to destroy the Heavenly Dao's rebirth plan, its reaction would be obvious.
However...
Wen Yu gritted his teeth!
He was likely already targeted by the Heavenly Dao and had become its soul takeover candidate. In this situation, was Wen Yu still thinking about coexisting peacefully with the Heavenly Dao and easing the relationship with his fellow disciples?
That would be insane!
Perhaps noticing Wen Yu's change from hesitation to determination, the demon lord leisurely added another sentence.
“In fact, the problem with the Heavenly Dao can be easily solved. As long as you rescue me, I have a way to deal with this trouble. By the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet. You can call me Demon. Before the Immortal Heroic World was destroyed, I was the lord of the Palace of the Eight Extremes. Of course, titles like 'lord' don’t matter. What truly matters is that I am an eleventh level strongman, worthy of being White's master…”
“After I get out, I have to talk with White…”
At this point, the demon lord's soul gently patted Wen Yu's shoulder.
“A clash between two eleventh level strongmen will surely be interesting…”
“I absolutely hate when people speak only halfway!” Wen Yu grumbled.
Originally, in Wen Yu's thinking, he would obtain benefits from the demon, then drain the soul energy from the light sphere, and afterward... decisively flee. He wouldn’t stay in this broken treasure land, right?
However, the demon's self-introduction provided Wen Yu with another path!
If the demon could indeed summon White, then things would become much easier—the Heavenly Dao and White were both eleventh level strongmen, which meant for Wen Yu, it was like one sky falling, but there was another sky to support him!
In this case, what was there to fear?
“But, um... I'm the son of the Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor. As far as I know, my dad had some conflicts with White…”
“Oh, you’re talking about the time the Heaven-Piercing killed White's son?”
The demon replied blandly and then slowly continued, “That guy White has a flaw—he is lustful. As for his son, he may have eight hundred, if not a thousand. A mere son? What does that count for?”
“In my opinion, you're still too young and don't understand the mindset of those ancient beings who have lived for tens of thousands of years. For that guy White, sons are really not important!”
Wen Yu felt a bit uneasy: “Are you sure that White will help you?”
The demon lord shot Wen Yu a glance.
“Believe it or not!”
Being suspicious wasn’t necessarily a negative trait from certain perspectives.
Because suspicion means comprehensive thinking.
Moreover, being suspicious and decisive weren't mutually exclusive—although Wen Yu had asked many questions, deep down, he had already made his choice!
Letting out a deep sigh, Wen Yu looked at the demon's soul before him and nodded affirmatively.