At Gu Shen's moment of utmost despair, a voice resonated in his mind at just the right moment.
"A transaction, perhaps?"
The voice was magnetic, with a hint of mockery.
Just three simple words—it's the Devil's sneer at fate... Some people have tried so hard, yet their destiny is just that.
Gu Shen was silent for a moment, then tilted his head up, gazing at the pitch-black Nether River.
At this moment, he stood on the riverbed, treading upon bleak stones, suddenly realizing this Nether River... was truly damn dark, immeasurable, like that Devil in the Ruler.
A transaction?
This time, the voice was more tempting than ever...
If only he would nod or utter a word of approval.
The guy from the Ruler would likely rise eagerly from the throne, and then who knows what might happen... But he speculated, most likely the Devil would take over his body and decisively dismember this arrogant Son of the Light's Blessing.
That Moonlight, that fourth stage, that Undead Bloodline?
