“The Abyssal Battlefield is, bluntly put, the reflection of our Flameyellow Continent, filled with darkness and slaughter. I expect there to be countless entrances through the whole continent. Your acquisition of a Saintbeast War-Soul is a testament of how many secrets lay hidden there. There are no rules or laws, only endless slaughter and priceless treasures. Manna. Spirit ores. Spirit herbs. Spirit hazards. After all, the treasures that were in our continent were more easily unearthed.”

However, Mu Yang didn’t know that as he illustrated the terror that was the Abyssal Trials, Li Tianming’s expectations just kept mounting.

“Alright, go and visit your mother. Remember, don’t make her worry!” Mu Yang said.

“Yes, Uncle Yang.”

“If you have any doubts, come find me at Mu Manor. I’ll try to prepare some things for you over the next few days.”

“Many thanks.”

“No need. Surviving will be the best thanks you can give me,” Mu Yang said.

“I really wish I was your son instead. Li Yanfeng and you are worlds apart,” Li Tianming chuckled helplessly.

Logically speaking, Mu Yang should neither have liked him nor taken care of him. However,...