"What do you want me to do?" Chu Feng asked.
"You merely need to hand this body over completely to this Evil God."
Ahhhh— The moment the Evil God Sword finished speaking, Chu Feng was struck by an unbearable wave of pain.
It was the sensation of being engulfed in flames, yet far worse than ordinary fire burning flesh — almost impossible to endure.
Even Chu Feng could not withstand it. Perhaps the pain was too great, or perhaps death was truly approaching, but Chu Feng gradually began to lose consciousness.
"Chu Feng, what's wrong with you? Speak! Talk to me right now!"
"Say something, damn it! What did that bastard do to you?"
Chu Feng could still hear the Queen's voice ringing in his ears, frantic and full of worry.
But slowly, that voice grew fainter and fainter.
Finally, Chu Feng lost all consciousness.
"I've already taken control of him. Are you still not going to show yourself?"
The Evil God Sword flew forward at tremendous speed while roaring into the void.
He was clearly waiting for someone — but in a place like this, who could possibly keep up with his speed?
Someone could. There actually was.
It was a deer and an old man in a yellow robe.
These two were the creators of the Unknown Burial Ground.
The old man was not riding the deer. Instead, they walked side by side like old friends.
They traversed the sky on foot, moving at a leisurely pace, yet somehow they were able to keep up with the Evil God Sword's speed.
However, it seemed that even the Evil God Sword had not detected their presence.
"That little brat called Chu Feng is truly remarkable — to possess such a demonic weapon."
"If he were to enter the Great Thousand Upper Realm and step into the Star Domain, he would very likely sweep through every faction's geniuses."
"If that happens, I will truly lose this wager." There was a trace of worry in the yellow-robed old man's words.
It turned out they had been hidden in the shadows all along, and had witnessed everything that had transpired.
"That Chu Feng has already been devoured by the demonic weapon. I doubt he'll survive this."
At that moment, the deer spoke — yet its voice was that of a woman.
"No. Although the demonic weapon has devoured Chu Feng's body and taken control of it, it seems to be waiting for someone."
"In my view, it is merely making threats — using Chu Feng's body to threaten that person."
"That is hardly surprising. With talent like Chu Feng's, there must naturally be powerful backing behind him — formidable protectors."
"So there must be someone guarding Chu Feng from the shadows. The demonic weapon is waiting for that person to appear," the old man said.
Upon hearing this, the deer looked around and sniffed the air several times.
"I cannot sense anyone else's aura. Could it be… someone whose strength surpasses ours?" the deer said.
"Impossible. In a place like this, how could anyone's strength possibly exceed ours?"
"Even if the boy has backing, the forces behind him are certainly no match for us." The old man shook his head, then continued, "They simply haven't arrived yet, but they will come."
"Even if Chu Feng is saved and successfully enters the Great Thousand Upper Realm, there is no guarantee he'll make it into the Star Domain."
"And even if he enters the Star Domain, there is no guarantee he'll be able to dominate it. Setting aside the geniuses of the entire Star Domain, even among the geniuses of the Great Thousand Upper Realm, there are many who are exceptional."
"Truly talented individuals who meet untimely ends — that happens far too often."
"We may not necessarily lose this wager," the deer said.
"That is true — but I cannot afford to lose. I must ensure there is absolutely no room for error," the old man said.
"You intend to kill him?" The deer's tone carried a note of surprise.
"I have no other choice. Everything is unfolding exactly as he predicted."
"If it continues, I will truly lose," the old man said.
"() But according to the terms of the wager, neither side may intervene in his affairs — and that naturally includes harming him, let alone killing him," the deer said.