Chapter 735: Enter

Listening to the mummified lamas, Li Huowang began to grasp the consequences of the God of Death, Siming, stirring.

"Because of this, all the grass in Qingqiu is now dead. Once the grass dies, the cattle and sheep will follow. And after the livestock are gone, people will start to die."

"If this continues, Qingqiu might once again become a 'Hill of the Dead'."

"Death should be the ultimate peace and ending. But now, with the awakening of the Great Black Heavens, the number of deaths across the world will only increase."

However, at this point, a doubt resurfaced in Li Huowang's mind. Shouldn't the current widespread deaths be due to the invasion of the Child God and the devastation caused by the Dharma Sect? How had it become a different cause and effect in this lama's explanation? Li Huowang was half-skeptical of what he heard.

"Master, I'm sorry to hear about the dying grass in Qingqiu, but what does this have to do with my journey to Fengdu? I'm not going there for anything else; I just want to find someone. Telling me all this won't help. You should seek out Xuanpin and others for such matters."

Regardless of what others said, Li Huowang hadn't forgotten his primary goal. He needed to ensure his own safety first.

With a creak, the rope around a lama's neck suddenly snapped, and a mummified body dropped directly in front of Li Huowang. Its shriveled, shell-like head twisted into an expression of extreme rage.

"The Great Black Heavens has awakened! And where do you think it awoke? Naturally, in Fengdu! 'Great Black Heavens, Om Ah Hum, return to enlightenment!' You don't even need to touch it; merely seeing it will make dying an impossible luxury!"

Li Huowang's brows furrowed as he struggled to recall everything he had seen in White Jade Capital regarding Siming. It had been so long that he had forgotten most of it, yet even the fragmented memories made his body tremble involuntarily.

In the rare instances Li Huowang had encountered a Siming, besides Ji Zai, whether it was Dou Mu or Ba Hui, he had felt less than an ant in their presence. And in those situations, they hadn't even descended to the mortal realm, only appearing as avatars or observing him from afar.

Siming, the God of Death. Did he truly have the right to retrieve what he desired from the vicinity of a Siming now?