The Dao King nodded with a rueful smile. Upon giving it further thought, Lu Yun did make sense. Mo Yi wouldn’t care to live on if he died.

“Then let’s talk about you.” The Dao King relaxed back into casual composure, forgetting about their earlier awkwardness.

“Wait,” Lu Yun interrupted and inspected his surroundings. They weren’t in the world of his nascent spirit. He seemed to be present with his primary body, but separated with the void created by the Dao King’s separation stone.

It was similar to when he first opened the Gates of the Abyss and entered the Hadal Hell. Hell was separate from the world of immortals and time at a relative standstill. Plainly, the Dao King had pulled him into a similar world.

“Did you set up the tombs in...