Boundless dark world.
Shadows mottled.
The flow of time slowed, Gu Shen opened his eyes, arriving once again at this Spirit Space eerily similar to the "Pure Land". He stood in the light, not far away was the Throne standing in darkness.
"The trade is over."
The Devil seemed to be someone with a strong sense of ceremony.
At least, it adhered to certain illusory "rules" more than he imagined.
When this trade was reached, it deliberately said, "The deal is struck" before releasing its spiritual power, and now as everything concluded, it once again pulled its "consciousness" into this space.
"I know, the power in the Ruler is depleting fast, I can feel it."
Gu Shen shrugged, speaking without much emotion, "Honestly, the trade is over and done, there's no need for you to deliberately come here to bid farewell to me."
The expression of the person seated on that Throne was shrouded in darkness.
