Before Lu Yang had even finished speaking, Angxiao narrowed his eyes. In his view, the most valuable piece of information in that whole speech was the very first sentence: The Lord of the Underworld is at death's door.
True? Or false?
Angxiao scrutinized Lu Yang, looking into his sincere, wide eyes, silently pondering. In the end, he concluded this answer was likely the truth. Because that was the only thing that made sense.
'If the Lord of the Underworld were still in his prime, or merely gravely injured but recovering, with the current size of the Underworld, he could absolutely challenge a Dao Lord.' 'But in reality?
My intent to enter the Underworld and probe its secrets was so blatant, yet the Lord of the Underworld never came out to crush me with a single stomp. Clearly, his condition is probably terrible. At death's door is the only reasonable explanation.
He's just been hiding in the Underworld all along, so the Dao Lord can't do anything to him either.'
'Therefore...
I was brought in.' Angxiao's gaze turned grim. 'That old undying from the Saint Sect absolutely wants to use my hand to get rid of the Lord of the Underworld, so he can reap the benefits himself!'