Published: January 31, 2025
The cold-faced woman glanced at the Black-Robed Undead and said, "Don't worry, no one has been born in this world who can deceive this princess."
Immediately, she turned to Qin Chen and coldly asked, "You say it's your first time here. Under which Emperor of the Four Extremes do you belong?"
Qin Chen pondered the meaning behind her words and shook his head, "We are not under any Emperor of the Four Extremes..."
"Ridiculous," the Black-Robed Undead sneered. "In this chaotic Underworld, almost all prominent ghost cultivators have sided with the Four Extremes Emperor. How could you possibly be unaffected? Princess Yao..."
The Black-Robed Undead hurriedly looked at the cold-faced woman.
Before it could speak, the cold-faced woman raised her hand to stop it, coldly staring at Qin Chen without saying a word.
Qin Chen replied lightly, "Why would I need to deceive you? We are indeed not under any Emperor of the Four Extremes. If you must say something, then the Underworld Emperor, one of the Four Extremes Emperors, is actually under me."
The undead were all taken aback.
"Hahaha." The Black-Robed Undead couldn't help but laugh loudly, "The Underworld Emperor is under you? How laughable, utterly laughable. It is said that during the great war in the world of the living, the Underworld Emperor fell into the cosmic sea. The Yellow Spring Mountain seems independent now, but it might have secretly sided with some Four Extremes Emperor long ago. You dare claim the Underworld Emperor is under you? How absurd!"
The Black-Robed Undead growled, "You say you have nothing to do with that one, but such nonsense must have ulterior motives. Tell me, what is your true purpose in coming here?"
Boom!
At that moment, a terrifying aura erupted from the Black-Robed Undead, while the other undead present exuded a strong killing intent that surged like a tide, sweeping the heavens and the earth.
Qin Chen's pupils constricted.
From the Black-Robed Undead's words, he instantly understood several things. First, these undead, while unable to leave the River of the Undead, were extremely concerned about the matters of the Underworld and had special channels of understanding.
Second, their understanding of the Underworld situation was also exceptionally profound, able to see through some of the essence.
This made Qin Chen feel slightly alarmed, and he couldn't help but frown. If even these undead could understand such matters, how could many powerful figures in the Underworld not see them?
Mo Li's face looked grim as he surveyed the surroundings, "Qin Chen, why waste words with them? These fellows are nothing but brainless fools. At most, we'll just fight; what’s there to be afraid of?"
Mo Li was also getting angry; he was someone who had never lowered himself like this before.
"Mo Li, calm down." Qin Chen said in a deep voice, "These undead have lived in the River of the Undead for many years. If we want to find the divine soul of the Chi Yan Demon Lord, we might still need their help. If we can avoid conflict, we should try not to engage."
"Qin Chen, you..."
At that moment, Mo Li's eyes suddenly grew moist as he looked at Qin Chen, filled with emotion.
No wonder Qin Chen, whom he had known before, had suddenly changed so much and become so accommodating; it was all to help him find the Chi Yan Demon Lord. Indeed, these undead had seen far too many divine souls in the River of the Undead. For Mo Li and the others to find the Chi Yan Demon Lord would be like looking for a needle in a haystack—far too difficult. But if they let these undead take the lead...
Mo Li gazed at the countless undead in the area, and his heart began to blaze with excitement. With so many undead working together, wouldn’t the speed of finding the Chi Yan Demon Lord increase a thousandfold, a billionfold?
In that moment, Mo Li looked at Qin Chen, whom he had always found displeasing, and inexplicably found him much more agreeable, filled with uncontainable gratitude.
A promise is worth a thousand gold pieces.