"Fakes? How could that be?"
Mu Wanqiu raised an eyebrow, "The grandeur of this palace is simply astonishing... What kind of magnificent figure would the master who built this great hall be, and how could they use fakes?"
"Because there are only four authentic ones, and they are not sealed items, scattered across the ends of the earth."
Gu Shen chuckled and said, "The history of the authentic Copper Human Lamps may not even span six hundred years, let alone these fakes... I guess this palace was built by the Netherworld King twenty years ago."
Mu Wanqiu asked in confusion, "How can you be so sure?" Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveIꜰire.net
Of course, Gu Shen couldn’t say it was because he was the new Netherworld King and that the Netherworld Fire at his brow felt familiar with this palace.
He could only gloss over it with brevity: "Divination skill... isn’t always accurate, you can consider it a highly probable guess."
Don’t ask, just blame it on the divination skill.
Mu Wanqiu had many more questions, but upon hearing the words ’divination skill,’ she decided to drop it.
"You also know, that Netherworld King was not a popular figure... He indeed was a dominant ruler, but anything he did would be monitored by the other Divine Thrones of the highest seat."
Gu Shen spoke slowly, "To build this underground palace discreetly, it would be impossible to gather authentic Copper Human Lamps... In such a case, using ’fakes’ isn’t disgraceful, after all, it’s a helpless choice."
He was well aware of the difficulty in gathering the four bronze lamps of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
With the guidance of the Prayer Technique, coupled with the massive investment from the financially overwhelming Li Family, it took nearly a year just to find two.
The former Netherworld King wouldn’t dare act so openly.
Under the highest seat’s supervision, he could only search for "authentic" ones silently, which was nearly like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Netherworld King..."
Upon hearing this familiar title.
Mu Wanqiu’s mind seemed to replay that old dream again, and she subconsciously looked toward the end of the eerie long palace, a hidden impulse of wanting to worship arose in her heart.
But this impulse was quickly suppressed by her.
She knew her [Judge] had a certain special affection for the Netherworld King.
But Gu Shen beside her... seemed to have no reverence for the Netherworld King.
She had to carefully conceal that dream.
She suddenly asked again, "Since you can determine the age through ’Copper Human Lamps,’ what were you doing pinching that dust just now?"
"Sensing the spiritual aura."
Gu Shen stood up and clapped his hands, "Don’t you find it strange?"
Mu Wanqiu slightly furrowed her brow.
Her spiritual power has always been sharp.
But the dust she pinched just now had no abnormalities.
"I... didn’t detect any problem."
"No problem is the biggest problem," Gu Shen said, "With such a massive palace, if only the Netherworld King alone, how long would it take to complete... But in this dust, there’s not a trace of extraordinary aura, it looks like it’s been sealed for many years, so much so that you mistook it as ’ancient ruins,’ isn’t this the biggest issue?"
If this temple territorially built by the Netherworld King for himself, naturally it wouldn’t need him to personally lay every brick and tile.
However, this broken palace before them indeed seemed to have suffered some major upheaval.
For example... some war.
The blue bricks here have been shattered, and the aura of silent annihilation spread everywhere, but only the air shows no traces of "war"...
Blood, white bones, corpses, fragmented source material, scattered spirit.
These are proofs of the "deceased."
But... this vast palace is empty and desolate.
Even cleaner than land washed by heavy rain.
Mu Wanqiu looked at the silent, lifeless palace in front of her and subconsciously spoke of her feeling, "It’s like someone has cleaned this place..."
The place is so clean as if someone had swept it.
But who would come to the bottom of the Nether River?
She shook her head, dismissing the absurd notion.
"Shall we continue forward?"
Mu Wanqiu looked at Gu Shen.
And Gu Shen gazed towards the end of the great hall, deep in thought.
At the end of the hall, in the far distance where countless veils of mist sway and ghost fire linger, a very small light burns.
That is the deal with the Devil.
It would provide him with eternal guidance, pointing to the source of the spiritual poison in the Duolu River Disaster Realm.
The current source pointed straight to the depths of the Netherworld King Palace.
Gu Shen noticed that the entity residing inside his ruler had not spoken for a long time. Since he refused the last deal, the creature had fallen into a long silence.
But silence does not mean disappearance.
Without the Black Silver Seal, the Devil sees every move of the outside world.
Gu Shen’s spiritual power had restored somewhat, he divided a strand, sinking into the Ruler Space, wanting to check the creature’s current status, but unexpectedly, the Spirit Space of the Truth Ruler was unprecedentedly distinctly light and dark.
The bright side was extremely dazzling.
The dark side was a dense haze.
In the furthest end, the throne and the black shadow were submerged in the thick mist.
Gu Shen’s spirit kept descending, and finally, he arrived at the boundary between darkness and light, looking towards the direction of the Devil’s Throne, after a moment’s thought, he spoke in a deep voice, "I know you’ve been watching... I have questions to ask you."
After waiting for a while, there was no response.
This time, nothing came from the darkness.