Published: March 9, 2025
Chu Yang's expression was filled with terror, though most of it was feigned; however, he was genuinely drenched in cold sweat.
It wasn't that Chu Yang lacked courage; it was simply the first time in his life he had witnessed such phenomena.
Thousands of fierce ghosts surged forth, right before his eyes! In a scene like this, a timid person would have fainted by now...
With countless thoughts racing through his mind, he found himself at a loss for words: “This person must know the Purple Sky Emperor personally! The fact that he was so shocked and excited upon hearing news of the Purple Hero... what is the relationship between him and the Purple Sky Emperor? Are they friends or foes?”
At this moment, a single misjudgment could easily cost him his life, given this guy's impulsive nature!
Even if he could speak eloquently, it would be of no use; one wrong word could lead to his doom.
“If he has consistently referred to the Purple Sky Emperor as ‘Purple Sky Emperor’ or ‘Purple Hero’ without any honorifics, then they most likely are not friends,” Chu Yang thought quickly. “At the very least, they aren’t brothers.
Moreover, his voice only contained impatience, with no hint of concern, which indicates... they are enemies!”
“Speak! Why are you not speaking?” Countless vicious heads shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens: “What happened to the Purple Hero?”
“He's dead,” Chu Yang said in the calmest tone he could muster. “Completely shattered in spirit. As for the details, that's beyond my knowledge.”
“Dead?! The Purple Sky Emperor Purple Hero is dead?! And utterly shattered in spirit?” The tribulation spirit gasped in disbelief! At that moment, countless fierce ghost heads quivered, swirling into a cloud of dark mist.
It was a disorienting sight!
One could see how great the impact of this news was on him!
Then, a rolling cloud of black mist suddenly reappeared before Chu Yang: “You know something, so tell me clearly, how did the Purple Hero die? How did he die? How did he die?” His voice grew urgent, merging into a continuous stream without pause.
Chu Yang frowned and replied, “You're so close that I can hardly breathe…”
The black mist immediately recoiled five zhang, reshaping into a massive ghost head with a size of about one zhang square. Its mouth seemed larger than its head, throwing its head back and roaring, “I've stepped back, now quickly tell me how he died, how he died, how he died!”
Boom!
In an instant, the entire space erupted with ghostly cries and chaotic dancing of demons, with black mist swirling, shrouding everything!
An extreme chill suddenly enveloped the entire area!
Looking around, apart from a three-zhang radius where things were barely visible, everywhere else plunged into pitch darkness, where one couldn’t see their own hand in front of their face!
Dong, dong, dong...
Chu Yang distinctly heard thousands upon thousands of hearts beating rapidly together!
Yet here, apart from himself, there was not a single living soul left, including the Sword Spirit, who also lacked a heart!
What was going on?!
However, not all changes were negative, as Chu Yang also felt another sensation—this feeling brought him immense joy. The spatial blockade controlled by the tribulation spirit seemed to show signs of loosening... It appeared that in its emotional turbulence, it hadn’t realized its control was faltering.
Although that small gap was far from enough for Chu Yang to escape.
He had calmed himself slightly: at the very least, there was hope. With this opportunity, there might still be a chance for survival. Indeed, the weakness lay in the mental strength and self-control!
Before entering, he had indeed heard the Sword Spirit speak of the terror of the tribulation spirit, but he never expected it could be this horrifying!
This adventurous experience would be unforgettable for Chu Yang, marking the closest encounter with death he had in two lifetimes, without exception. Just moments ago, he had even prepared himself to face death with a smile.