Chapter 889: Conspiring a Great Matter

The Lord of the Dead was deeply vexed.

He looked at Su Yu, then at King Wen, then at King Wu... never mind, he couldn't be bothered to look at King Wu much. Though King Wu was currently the strongest of the three, as a Heaven-Opener, the Lord of the Dead looked down on King Wu, who was not a Heaven-Opener.

Those two fellows clearly wanted to drag him into being their hired thug. It was obvious.

Who could blame them, when he was so powerful?

But the Lord of the Dead wasn't willing!

Who would want to be your hired thug?

I've roamed the world without a single defeat, supreme under heaven and on earth, and you two, with your downy feathers not even grown, want me to be your thug?

Thoughts flickered through his mind one by one.

The Lord of the Dead said coldly, "It's merely a matter of life and death transformation, nothing difficult..."

King Wu asked curiously, "You can do it?"

"..."

The Lord of the Dead stared at him icily. You interrupt—do you want a beating?

King Wu shut his mouth.

Fine, he couldn't beat this old fossil, or else he'd have started a fight.

At that moment, Su Yu said earnestly, "Senior, we have a basis for cooperation. Why must you reject us so coldly? Is it because you despise our weakness?"

"Yes!"

The Lord of the Dead's words were brutally direct.

Yes, it's because you're weak.

So what? Won't you admit it?

You're not even at the 32nd Dao level—of course I despise you!

Su Yu was speechless.

King Wen smiled and said, "Monarch, weak... that's not quite the case. Besides, we improve quickly. What's wrong with being a little weak now? If we were truly as strong as you, Monarch, why would we need to seek your cooperation?"

The Lord of the Dead said coldly, "Then why should I, being so strong, cooperate with you?"

Su Yu and King Wen said in unison, "Because you need something from us!"

"..."

The Lord of the Dead's face darkened. Yes, I'm strong, but I need something from you.

Life and death transformation, fusion—is it really that difficult?

Even a weakling like Su Yu can do it.

Why can't I?

He fell into deep thought.

Why?

Is it difficult?

Countless ages have passed. If it weren't difficult, I would have learned it long ago.

But since I still haven't mastered it to this day, it must indeed be very difficult.

Cooperate?

The Lord of the Dead weighed it, pondered, judged.

Did Su Yu and King Wen have the qualifications to cooperate?

They did!

Heaven-Openers!

For that alone, they deserved a bit more respect. The Lord of the Dead's temperament was somewhat similar to the Martial Emperor's—of course, he was stronger and more domineering than the Martial Emperor, but not as reckless.

Still, the pride in his bones was impossible to hide.

The Martial Emperor liked to call the weak "little bugs"... The Lord of the Dead also felt that the weak had no right to argue with him.

But since they were fellow Heaven-Openers, he granted them a bit more recognition.

At that moment, the Lord of the Dead remained silent.

After a long while, he spoke, "When did Su Yu enter the Heavenly Gate?"

"Two months ago!"

The Lord of the Dead looked at him, judged for a moment, and said coldly, "That Black Tomb, Lord of the Six Directions Mountain—was that you?"

"Senior has keen eyes!"

The Lord of the Dead said no more. He had guessed it. So, Bright City was a world created by Su Yu. He sneered, "Bold indeed. Ordinary people wouldn't notice, but once you reach the level of a Forbidden Land Lord, anyone passing by would inevitably be discovered!"

Ordinary cultivators naturally wouldn't see through it.

Su Yu smiled and said, "Every venture carries risk. With risk comes reward. As I said, you reap what you sow. If I didn't take risks, how could I have opened a world with 29 Dao forces in such a short time? Senior, when you were powerful back then and opened a world here, in two months, was the world you opened stronger than mine now?"

No.

Of course, he couldn't say that.

The Lord of the Dead sneered, "Is a world with 29 Daos really that strong?"

"Not strong!"

Su Yu said earnestly, "That's why it took two months. If it had taken three months, it might have been even stronger!"

Damn!

Who measures their cultivation in months at this level?

The Lord of the Dead was left speechless.

He looked at King Wen again. "Fa is not easy to deal with. Last time you lured Fa over, I already sensed some heavenly aura..."

Su Yu smiled and said, "I know about that. The Time Master's heavenly power merged with Fa! So Fa is half a Heaven-Opener. As far as I know, Fa might have some connection with our Gate Ancestor."

With that, Su Yu looked at King Wen, a bit curious. "What is Fa's origin?"

He didn't know, wasn't familiar.

King Wen wasn't surprised by Su Yu's words. He said, "Fa's origin... I've learned a bit over the years. He was a strong figure from the early days of Heaven-Opening, possibly one of the first batch, like Immortal, Demon, God, and the others... It seems he never opened a clan, so there is no Fa Clan. If he had opened a realm, the myriad worlds would have gained another clan!"

"Fa cultivates the Way of Ten Thousand Laws, similar to the Dao you opened in the myriad worlds... or rather, similar to my sister's Recipe Dao!"

Su Yu bared his teeth. That was a poor choice of words. "Recipe Dao" sounded terrible.

King Wen ignored him and continued with a smile, "How Fa tempted my sister back then was also related to this. He cultivates the Ten Thousand Laws Dao, all within the Gate. At that time, my sister learned about Fa. If it were you, Su Yu, would you be tempted?"

Su Yu thought for a moment and nodded. "Yes, very tempted. It's said Fa controls over a hundred great Daos, all very powerful, and they are also Yin Qi Daos, complementing Yin and Yang. Once you devour Fa's Daos... your strength would skyrocket!"

Indeed, Fa should be the kind of strong figure the Time Master coveted most.

So it was no surprise to Su Yu that the Time Master had fallen for it.

Su Yu found it strange: "The Time Master entered the gate without informing King Wen?"

Was the Time Master so reckless as to step through the gate?

King Wen sneered: "Someone schemed against her! She never intended to enter, but she must have sensed the aura of the Law within, the temptation of the Law. When she used the Heavenly Gate projection to probe, someone simply and directly opened the Heavenly Gate's phantom!"

Su Yu frowned: "That one?"

"Probably."

King Wen nodded.

Su Yu looked at him doubtfully: "Do you truly know of that one's existence?"

King Wen was speechless. "I have some guesses. What, must I be kept in the dark?"

King Wen chuckled lightly: "You arrived and could already discern a thing or two. Do you think I know nothing? Rest assured, among that one's people, I have made some arrangements..."

Now Su Yu was surprised!

King Wen knew but said nothing, and he had plans.

Su Yu wondered: "Wen?"

Who could you arrange?

Arrange Wen, perhaps?

Your ancestor?

Maybe my ancestor too, for it is said that most of Nanyuan's bloodline is Wen's. So, strictly speaking, he and King Wen are indeed of one family... not!

Separated by countless generations, what family?

Beyond five generations, no one knows anyone. Still, if you rise to prominence, even fifty generations count as family!

But the Lord of the Dead merely listened silently, not rushing to speak.

He only offered a reminder—the Law was not simple.

He also told King Wen: if you want me to help you against the Law... it's most likely impossible!

For now, he prioritized stability.

Su Yu understood his meaning and smiled: "Senior, how about this—I lower my demands further. Just help me stir chaos in the universe!"

"What?"

The Lord of the Dead looked at him.

Su Yu said calmly: "I will deal with the Valley of Falling Souls. King Wen and the Martial King can continue to tangle with the Law. Senior, do not intervene. As for the Celestial Dome Mountain..."

Su Yu paused for a moment: "It is said that the Lord of Celestial Dome rarely acts. Even during the siege of you, Senior, back then, he did not strike. So when I attack the Valley of Falling Souls, the chances of him acting are slim."

"What I need from you, Senior, is simple: disrupt the void around the Valley of Falling Souls and even the Forbidden Canyon, so that no one can teleport—including the forbidden lands."

"The forbidden lands are extremely stable."

He looked at Su Yu, his voice low: "It is hard to completely block them. Otherwise, I would have stopped the forbidden lands from coming long ago."

Su Yu nodded: "Then how long can you delay them?"

"From the moment you erupt, to when the enemy notices, to when they decide to teleport... three breaths."

Su Yu quickly calculated and said: "For a strongman like you, Senior, one breath every ten years is no problem. Even not breathing is fine. So, thirty years?"

"..."

The Lord of the Dead said coldly: "Normal human breathing!"

Are you playing tricks on me?

Su Yu laughed: "Then, Senior, if I attack them, what are the chances that other forbidden lands will come?"

"I don't know."

Su Yu was speechless—how direct.

He turned to King Wen, who judged: "Hard to say. Before, the chances were low. Now, it's unclear. The forbidden lands want to deal with us now. Of course, your identity hasn't been exposed yet. But once you attack them, the heavens and earth will be exposed, and your identity will likely be revealed."

Su Yu nodded: "So the best choice is for me not to contact you, King Wen, for now. As for the Lord of the Dead... I am Black Tomb. I know the way of the dead. I can disguise myself as someone from the Dead Hell. Though I'll still be rejected, I'm a smaller target than you, King Wen!"

Exposure was possible.

But there was a choice between exposing himself as Su Yu or as Black Tomb of the Dead Hell.

Su Yu looked at the Lord of the Dead: "Four Great Emperors, join my heaven and earth, help me attack the Valley of Falling Souls. If we take it, I will return the four intact to you... Or, if you don't want them to join my heaven and earth, let them assist me in battle. I will exchange the Law of Life and Death for it—an equal exchange, or even a loss for me."

Su Yu said calmly: "If you, Senior, still find this unacceptable..."

"Fine!"

The Lord of the Dead interrupted him directly, smiling faintly: "I am not afraid of trouble, only unwilling to seek it. I have my own thoughts. But attacking a Valley of Falling Souls is no problem. As long as I don't act, those people won't dare to provoke me easily."

"But I warn you... even if you call on those four to help you deal with the Soul Reaper, the Lord of the Valley—you probably can't handle him now."

The gap was still huge!

King Wen also regretted: "It's a pity. If you dared to expose yourself, Mount Tai could help you. You could even break through right there in the Valley of Falling Souls..."

Su Yu squinted and smiled: "Who says the Martial King can't help me? Martial King, enter my heaven and earth and take charge of the Martial Dao, how about that?"

"Not good!"

The Martial King refused instantly, then grinned: "I'm about to reach the 32nd Dao!"

Su Yu laughed: "If you break through, you'll die!"

"I'm not afraid. You want me to enter your heaven and earth... to deal with me? Hah, I won't fall for it!"

The Martial King sneered—you have ulterior motives!

Su Yu smiled: "If you do, I'll become stronger and have a better chance against the Lord of the Valley of Falling Souls."

"No way. If I leave, Wen the Second is doomed!"

He shook his head: "If I'm here, when the Law comes, I can still fight him. If I enter your heaven and earth, I probably won't recover my current combat power. Don't try to fool me. I won't be tricked. Wen the Second has fooled me for countless ages—I'm immune!"

King Wen smiled. The Martial King rolled his eyes—what are you laughing at? I'm serious.

Su Yu, however, laughed: "Senior Martial King, if you stay with King Wen and break through now, you'll only harm him. On the contrary, you're barely holding back now, and the Lord of the Dead won't help you. At this moment, your best choice is to sever your Dao and be reborn!"

"Merge with my heaven and earth. I might directly reach the power of the 31st Dao, or even the 32nd Dao. And since I don't need to absorb the Dao into my body, my breakthrough will be silent and unnoticed!"

"Once I take the Valley of Falling Souls, on one hand, I reduce the number of forbidden land lords; on the other, I maintain mystery. Even if people suspect I'm connected to the Dead Hell, they'll at most think I'm a powerful pawn arranged by the Lord of the Dead—a much smaller target than you!"

Su Yu's smile was radiant: "Of course, if you, Senior, seek your own strength... then breaking through now is the better choice. But if you care about the overall situation, merging with me is better!"

"Are you morally blackmailing me?"

The Martial King bared his teeth: "I've learned that—no, I've heard of it. Wen the Second said that when you can't win, you should stand on the moral high ground to deal with strong enemies. You're giving off that vibe now!"

Su Yu sighed!

King Wen... you scoundrel!

What a mess!

Otherwise, King Wu was still quite easy to fool.

And King Wen, with a faint, ambiguous smile, looked at Su Yu, who also grinned back at King Wen—what are you looking at? I’m cursing you, so what?

In truth, seeing King Wu’s power, Su Yu felt a flicker of temptation.

With King Wu here, Su Yu was a hundred percent certain he could forge thirty-one paths; thirty-two was uncertain.

If so, with the help of the Four Emperors, taking the Valley of Lost Souls would be almost a sure thing!

Of course, the Valley Lord was no easy foe; it still came down to luck.

King Wu ignored Su Yu, who sighed: “Forget it. If not for Senior King Wu leaving back then, the Human Emperor wouldn’t have been gravely wounded, and if he hadn’t been, today’s mess wouldn’t have come to pass. Enough, enough…”

King Wu said nothing—I won’t take the bait!

Su Yu sighed again: “Senior King Wu had eighteen Dao companions. To atone for your sins, nine died on the front lines. Nine remain—you’re quite lucky, still having half your companions alive!”

King Wu’s expression shifted slightly as he looked at Su Yu: “Last time, you said my descendants were all dead?”

“Yes!”

Su Yu nodded: “Half your Dao companions still live.”

King Wu was like a volcano about to erupt, but he suppressed it, growling low: “If I hadn’t come, Old Wen would have been beaten to death long ago! Brothers are limbs—I came to save lives!”

Su Yu was about to speak again, but King Wen cut him off: “Stop twisting the knife. Taishan coming here was permitted by Brother Xingyu. Blame only our own inadequacy—we tried to scheme against others and ended up schemed against instead!”

Though he didn’t know the specifics, he understood something, and sighed: “Back then, when Eternal Heaven, the Valley of Lost Souls, and many forbidden lands suddenly attacked Brother Xingyu’s Heavenly Gate projection… I knew something was wrong!”

He shook his head: “We can only blame ourselves for underestimating the enemy. From the moment Wenyu was lured away and I was hooked here, we should have prepared for the worst. But Brother Xingyu and I both grew too arrogant!”

Su Yu said nothing more, smiling: “Then forget it—I’ll do it myself! With the Four Emperors’ cooperation, even if I can’t destroy the Valley of Lost Souls… before we’re exposed, there’s still hope to eliminate some powerful beings and strengthen my own power!”

He looked at King Wen, then at the Lord of the Dead, and smiled: “I came here expecting no one’s help—just an equal exchange! King Wen, the Lord of the Dead… neither was ever in my plans!”

“Of course, the secret of life-death conversion… in exchange for the Four Emperors’ aid, not for long—a month. Senior Lord of the Dead, you wouldn’t find that unfair, would you?”

They all looked at him, but Su Yu spoke seriously.

What are you staring at? I’m not playing hard to get!

This is my true intention.

We’re just trading fairly!

Su Yu continued: “Also, one small request…”

He turned to the Lord of the Dead: “Senior, I wish to enter your realm and observe it personally. Would that be possible?”

The Lord of the Dead stared at him, then said after a long pause: “As long as you don’t bring that one on the verge of breakthrough, it’s fine.”

“Just don’t fear being killed by me within my realm!”

Su Yu laughed: “Why would Senior kill me?”

The Lord of the Dead said coldly: “You’ve probably forgotten—some days ago, you seized my origin power!”

Su Yu chuckled: “A trifle! Senior was absent from the myriad realms, leaving your realm ownerless. What’s wrong with me taking a little?”

“…”

This bandit!

Not far off, King Wen suddenly said: “Do you truly intend to strike at the Valley of Lost Souls now?”

“Of course!”

King Wen looked at King Wu, who wore a reluctant expression and shook his head.

He knew what King Wen wanted to say, but still said: “If I leave, you’ll be in danger. Your strength isn’t enough now!”

King Wen gave a wry smile.

Soon he said: “If you stay here, you might break through at any moment—the commotion would be too great. I wanted to help you break through here, but… the plan has been disrupted!”

A sigh, tinged with helplessness.

Over the years, the plans had been beautiful, but they met repeated setbacks. King Wen sighed again, bitter: “I don’t know who secretly stole my fortune! Even suppressed the fortune of the myriad realms…”

Su Yu was startled, looking at him.

King Wen nodded: “Don’t stare. Someone suppressed the fortune of Brother Xingyu and me, and that’s why we keep failing! Fortune is against us—I don’t know which bastard did it…”

Su Yu frowned: “The Marquis of Supervision entered my realm, but that was recent. Before that, it had nothing to do with me!”

King Wen shook his head: “It’s not about the Marquis of Supervision! He only represents the imperial fortune, not the rest. Fortune is divided into personal and collective—he represents the imperial fortune. I’m talking about our personal fortune…”

With that, he sighed again: “It might be the doing of our progenitor. As the ancestor, he holds the source of our bloodlines—whether Wen or Xing, they can be traced back!”

Su Yu was puzzled: “What about me? I seem to be a descendant of Wen too.”

King Wen glanced at him and smiled: “Very faintly. Tracing it back, it has nothing to do with you anymore!”

Then he added: “Forget it. If Taishan truly doesn’t want to go, I can’t force him. Though following me might mean a greater chance of dying together, or even harming me, I’ve grown used to being harmed by him!”

King Wu curled his lip.

King Wen smiled again: “You’ll get used to it too, sooner or later! It’s heaven’s arrangement—every wise man has someone who trips him up. Of course, if you’re never tripped, it means you’re not wise enough!”

Bullshit!

King Wu couldn’t help but say: “Why don’t you just say outright: let me go, or I’ll get you killed? Wouldn’t that be simpler?”

“I never said that!”

King Wen’s smile was radiant.

King Wu snorted: “You want me to merge into his realm. You think he’s more useful than me?”

“Maybe so!”

“Wen the Second, can’t you say something nice?”

King Wu fumed!

Su Yu laughed, too lazy to watch them flaunt their brotherly bond. He turned directly to the Lord of the Dead: “Senior, if you don’t mind, may I enter your realm now for a look?”

The Lord of the Dead glanced at Su Yu, then at King Wen and the others, and sneered: “Go in! As for them… leave quickly. Stay too long in my place, and if someone is drawn here, I won’t lift a finger!”

King Wu couldn’t help but rage: “We were just discussing the Dao, and now you turn your back?”

The Lord of the Dead couldn’t be bothered to respond.

Of course!

What’s wrong with that?

Turning on a dime—isn’t that perfectly normal?

…

Su Yu paid them no mind. At that moment, he stepped into the void, departing with ease, and directly crossed into the Dead Spirit Hell.

At the edge of the Dead Spirit Hell, the Four Emperors were waiting.

They had just witnessed the distant scene, but without their master’s order, they dared not intervene.

Now, seeing Su Yu arrive, they were slightly taken aback.

Su Yu, poised and at ease, smiled and nodded: "Elders, I am Heimu, one of the hidden powers of the Dead Spirit Hell. Today I return to see how things have developed!"

The few of them were taken aback.

What the hell?

But Mingtu hesitated and said, "Heimu?"

"Yes, Lord of the Six Directions Mountain!"

Su Yu smiled: "I am one of the hidden trump cards of the Dead Spirit Hell. Of course, soon I will have a chance to cooperate with you all. I plan to attack the Falling Soul Valley, and you will be my vanguard!"

Among the four, a fierce-looking strongman said coldly, "You command us?"

Su Yu smiled, glanced at the Dead Spirit Lord behind him, and seeing he said nothing, laughed: "If you don't believe me, fine. Then defy the order. Don't let the lord see a joke. Forget tests, recruitment, sparring—none of it is needed!"

The few were speechless, looking at the Dead Spirit Lord. Where did this fellow come from?

And the Dead Spirit Lord said nothing, only calmly: "Mingtu, show him around!"

With that, he vanished again.

But he didn't go back; instead, he continued to block King Wen and the others, preventing them from slipping into his realm while he was away.

...

Mingtu Emperor, his face grave, said, "Show you around?"

Su Yu smiled: "What to see? Show me the core of the realm. I too am a world-opener, a direct disciple of the lord... Never mind, it's not good to reveal that outside. Just treat me as a guest!"

The few were surprised. Direct disciple? World-opener?

It sounded like a joke.

The master had nurtured another world-opener? How come they didn't know?

As Mingtu led Su Yu into the Dead Spirit Hell, he said, "I am Mingtu. The other three..."

Su Yu waved a hand: "No need to know. The Four Great Emperors of East, South, West, North—just call them East Emperor, West Emperor... Names are just codes. Your task is arduous: quickly deal with the Six Soul Reapers, and even help me join forces against the Lord of Falling Soul Valley!"

The four were left speechless!

We don't even know you, and you're saying this!

Mingtu said helplessly, "We... obey the master!"

Heimu, Lord of the Six Directions Mountain—was he really one of theirs?

It didn't seem like it!

He couldn't help but say, "The Six Directions Mountain has always opposed us..."

"Nonsense!"

Su Yu said bluntly: "Qu was my man, but you were kept in the dark. It was just to lure some people from Falling Soul Valley. Did you take it seriously?"

"..."

That was quite a claim!

Mingtu was utterly speechless!

So, he shouldn't have taken it seriously?

Was this guy really connected to the master?

But the master hadn't appeared, hadn't interfered, and even told him to show Su Yu around. He was at a loss.

The other three didn't leave—two men and one woman—all looking at Su Yu with doubt. Among them, the seductive woman in black silk smiled: "Lord Heimu, you say you're a world-opener, a direct disciple of the master..."

"Want to see?"

Su Yu smiled. Suddenly, his body trembled, the realm shook, and a powerful oppressive force swept through the Dead Spirit Hell. With a rumble, Su Yu stumbled back a few steps, smiled, and looked into the distance: "The realm's self-rejection... understand?"

The few seemed to understand but felt it was all very strange.

Was that so?

For a moment, they didn't know what to say.

Meanwhile, Su Yu looked around, even personally probing his Dao into the realm. The Dead Spirit Lord did not stop him. Su Yu observed carefully and nodded slightly. Interesting.

It seemed like a single Dao, but in reality, it was countless death-related Daos combined together.

And it wasn't Su Yu's weaving method!

The Dead Spirit Lord had used a fusion method, directly merging the Daos. Of course, they were all similar Daos, so fusion was possible.

"After fusion, the Dao becomes powerful, able to produce strongmen with over 20 Daos, and more than one..."

Su Yu pondered. That meant he could try it himself.

When there were many strongmen cultivating similar Daos, this method could be attempted.

Fuse them into one Dao, turn that Dao into a river, and let everyone draw power from it—whoever draws more, like in the Dead Spirit Realm.

...

While Su Yu was observing.

Outside.

King Wu saw Su Yu leave and looked at King Wen, sighing helplessly: "You really want me to follow him? This guy doesn't seem like a good man!"

King Wen smiled: "If he were a good man, I wouldn't dare trust him. Who trusts an honest man? That's asking for death!"

"..."

"But we met him for the first time... Old Wen, don't be foolish. We've been brothers for years. I don't mind, but I'm afraid he'll trick you!"

King Wen smiled, looked into the distance, then at King Wu, and sighed: "You could break through now, it's possible. Taishan, if you break through now, you'll become a Forbidden Land Lord! A supreme!"

"But... even if you become supreme, not to mention the danger, even if you succeed, you can't turn the tide!"

King Wen grew serious: "He has hope... of course, it's uncertain. Letting you sacrifice your strength to help him—it's up to you. But if he grows strong, you can still recover!"

King Wu was speechless: "How long will that take? I want to regain my 31-Dao power, and he can't even do that now, let alone 32 Daos!"

That was true.

King Wen nodded: "That's the logic, but you have to remember: two months, 29 Daos!"

King Wu was silent for a moment.

A terrifying fellow!

He didn't dwell on it and asked, "If he kills the Lord of Falling Soul Valley, will that help us much?"

King Wen thought for a moment: "Not much for now, but if he takes Falling Soul Valley and becomes one of the four Forbidden Land Lords here, if he doesn't expose himself, first, we lose a powerful enemy; second, we gain a secret ally; third, he's good at cheating and scheming... better suited to work with me than you!"

The third point was most important!

King Wu grumbled: "So you're saying I'm not good enough to cooperate with you?"

"Not that I'm saying it..."

King Wen explained: "Just... a little."

Go to hell!

King Wu was utterly frustrated. He was silent for a moment: "I've cultivated to this point today, and you and Star Boss have helped me a lot. If you really want me to do it, of course I have no objection... If you think his breakthrough is more useful than mine... then I'll agree to him!"

King Wen saw him like an abandoned puppy and said helplessly, "Forget it!"

This pitiful look, big and burly, isn't he ashamed?

King Wu bared his teeth: "Are you admitting that I'm more useful than him?"

"Shut up!"

King Wen sighed: "You're my brother, and he's not, but you're truly useless—what excuse are you looking for?"

King Wu was instantly dejected!

In his dejection, he still said, "Wen Yu is in danger, isn't he?"

"It's okay..."

"Don't hide it from me!"

King Wu sighed: "I can tell, lately you've been anxious. Otherwise, you wouldn't have acted like this before. If Su Yu had said to let me merge into his world, you would have told him to go to hell, always trying to take advantage!"

King Wu smiled: "Forget it, I'll merge if I must. But it's settled. When we rescue Wen Yu, I'll be your brother-in-law... I'm paying a heavy price—I'm even giving up being the Lord of the Forbidden Land!"

King Wen rolled his eyes!

He couldn't be bothered with him.

But he still looked at him for a while, thought it over, and said: "Don't be too dejected. I actually hate to see you go, but... merge for now, we'll talk later!"

He weighed it—maybe this was better.

Still, he added: "It's just a cooperation with him. That kid is hard to read now. Don't trust him too much!"

"I understand that!"

King Wen patted his shoulder and sighed: "Go find him!"

"Alright!"

King Wu flew toward the Dead Spirit Hell, and in an instant, the Lord of the Dead appeared, saying flatly: "Alright, get lost! Are you putting on a show for me? Want to enter my world—do you take me for a fool?"

These two bastards, do they think I'm an idiot?

King Wu said innocently: "I'm going to find Su Yu and merge into his world, nothing else!"

"Get lost!"

The Lord of the Dead almost roared, furious: "If you don't leave, I'll kill you now!"

King Wu slunk back, looking sorrowful: "He doesn't believe me!"

King Wen sighed: "The act was too fake. Forget it!"

Both were dejected, and the Lord of the Dead was nearly spitting blood with rage. Of course, how could I believe that?

...

A moment later, Su Yu walked out of his world.

He had gained some insights, but his strength hadn't increased. At this moment, the four sovereigns followed him, all looking at the Lord of the Dead. Soon, they sighed and followed Su Yu.

The Lord of the Dead was startled: "Where are you going?"

Netherworld was also stunned: "Lord Black Tomb said that the master wants us to follow him to attack the Lost Soul Valley..."

The Lord of the Dead frowned: "I haven't given the order yet, and you're already following him?"

Netherworld grew even more dazed: "Lord Black Tomb said that when warriors part, they say few farewell words—that's the rule of the myriad realms. Otherwise, bad things will happen..."

The Lord of the Dead had a headache!

Idiots!

How did I get such stupid subordinates? If I hadn't spoken, wouldn't Su Yu have just taken them away?

He glared angrily at Su Yu. Su Yu smiled, and a beam of light shot forth!

The Lord of the Dead caught it, sensed it for a moment, frowned slightly, looked at Su Yu, and transmitted: "Is it that simple?"

"Not simple!"

Su Yu transmitted: "This is the entire process of my merging life and death, experiencing true death... But it requires a powerful life force to recover. Otherwise, you'll never succeed!"

The Lord of the Dead fell into deep thought.

According to Su Yu, one must truly touch death, but needs strong vitality to sustain and recover—otherwise, it's real death!

Heaven of Eternal Life!

He looked at Su Yu. Su Yu smiled: "We can cooperate on this later. Of course, not now—now I'm too weak!"

The Lord of the Dead considered it and said to him: "I'll think about it... I also believe you don't have the guts to deceive me... Returning a favor, I'll tell you a secret that isn't really a secret: the Lord of Lost Soul Valley and the Lord of the Soul Domain are brothers. If you attack one, the other might come—bloodline teleportation, unstoppable! But the Lord of the Soul Domain doesn't have 32 paths—he can possess anyone, though. Think it over yourself!"

Su Yu's eyes flickered. So that's it—I really didn't know!

Understood!

"Thank you!"

The Lord of the Dead said nothing more, glanced at Netherworld and the others: "Follow him for a month. During this month, do whatever he says. After a month, come back!"

They all responded, and Su Yu's voice echoed in their ears: "I told you, Master would say that. You didn't believe me, did you?"

They were speechless. Was it real or fake?

Now they were confused!

For a moment, the several sovereigns were helpless. Never mind—we'll just follow his orders for a month!

In the distance, King Wen looked at Su Yu and smiled: "I can't stay away too long, or the Dharma will feel no pressure and something will go wrong!"

Su Yu nodded: "That's right. Go back early!"

King Wen looked at King Wu, then at Su Yu: "I'm entrusting him to you! You're young, but you're capable. Don't let him come to harm after countless years without incident under me—or I won't let it go!"

Su Yu smiled, genuinely this time, baring his teeth brilliantly: "Rest assured!"

King Wu's expression darkened. Smiling so brightly—I'm not reassured!

King Wen said nothing more, turned and left. King Wu looked reluctant: "Old Wen, are you really leaving?"

King Wen waved his hand and vanished directly!

King Wu almost cried. His expression—if you didn't know better, you'd think he was a lovesick maiden!

Su Yu almost laughed too, squinting at King Wu. King Wu looked melancholy, flew to Su Yu's side, and said with some sorrow: "He just wanted to shake me off. He's wanted to for a long time. What a bastard!"

Su Yu laughed: "Alright, come with me! My good uncle, I'll take good care of you!"

King Wu's face stiffened. Suddenly, I'm a little scared!

Don't call me that!

The other four sovereigns all looked at him with strange expressions. King Wu?

Who exactly is this Black Tomb?

Moreover, how did our lord become entangled with King Wen and King Wu?

Is this a collaboration for a grand undertaking?

A few were beside themselves with excitement—a heaven-shaking secret! The lord is conspiring with these very figures to accomplish something monumental!