Darkness enveloped him.
Wu Xiaode opened his eyes to find himself standing in a desolate, rocky wilderness.
Mist swirled around him.
Something was peering at him from the shadows in the distance.
The Book of the Dead opened instantly, displaying a line of ice crystal letters:
"Your Soul Power limit has reached 10 points."
"This is a turning point in strength; you need to serve the Death Realm. Only after achieving victory can you be promoted further."
Serve the Death Realm...
Damn it, I'm still alive.
Just as Wu Xiaode thought this, he saw a mist emanating from the Void, draping over him gently like a veil.
Silent Demon Mist!
It had activated automatically!
With a slight sense, Wu Xiaode found that this time it hadn't taken any physical form but instead used the inherent deathly aura of the Demon Mist to cloak him.
—Why? Did it sense something?
The next second.
A voice came from far away:
"You startled me; I thought you were alive."
Wu Xiaode turned around.
