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"As far as I know, this gray dust only possesses these properties when the scales of an ancient evil god are ground up. I happened to have come into contact with the scales of that ancient evil god, which is why I remembered it."

"Who is that ancient evil god?" Zhang Hao couldn't help but take this question seriously.

The gods who existed in ancient times were almost all capable of overwhelming later deities in terms of power.

Because those immortals were born earliest and possessed the most abundant spiritual energy in the world, they were able to cultivate to a profound realm that later immortals could not reach.

If Faceless is truly an ancient evil god, then it shouldn't have been so easily subdued.

But if not, the properties of the powder in front of us cannot be explained.

What is going on?

Zhang Hao always felt that gods shouldn't be so weak. Moreover, if they were truly ancient evil gods, transcending the six realms of reincarnation would be an easy matter. Once they reached that level, there would be almost no need for them to struggle anymore.

Everything this faceless creature does is to increase its strength, and its escape from the cycle of reincarnation is also to gain power.

The ancient evil god... his strength should already be at its peak, why continue to pursue it?
"As far as I know, it should be an evil dragon!"

Yama stared intently at the speck of powder on his finger, pondering the various legends surrounding this ancient evil god.

Whether based on legends or one's own understanding, if this ancient evil god truly existed, he should not have been so easily defeated and reduced to dust by Zhang Hao.

But if it's not true, why would the ashes left behind after the other party's death have the characteristics of evil dragon powder?
"That guy said before he died that his power came from a pact with a god, exchanging power for a special price. Could this be related to this thing?"

Upon hearing this, Yama immediately perked up, turned around, pulled the other person to sit down, and adopted a posture of having a heart-to-heart talk.

"What exactly did you talk about with that monster? Tell me the details."

"It was very urgent," Yama said.

Li Zixuan stood to the side. It was already quite rare for a minor character like him to be able to come to the underworld alive.

He dared not hope that he could have a seat like that big shot.

Didn't you see the Black and White Impermanence standing there?
Even the two powerful figures, Black and White Impermanence, were standing, so it was even more inappropriate for me to sit down.

Zhang Hao told Yama everything about his conversation with that face.

After hearing this, Yama fell silent.

Sensing the suspicious look in his eyes, Zhang Hao said helplessly, "I made a pact with the gods to gain benefits. My current strength is basically comparable to that of the gods. If I were to go all out, to be honest, there are probably very few people in the entire underworld who could defeat me, right? Don't think that I'm someone who made some shady deal with an evil god. If I had such intentions, I wouldn't need to pretend like this."

Reflecting on the other person's character and style of doing things, Yama felt that there was some truth to what he said.

Zhang Hao is not the kind of person who enjoys playing tricks and schemes.

The pursuit of power, transcendence, and immortality?
Zhang Hao could get these things anytime he wanted, given his abilities.

Conversely, it was this faceless monster who, in order to transcend the cycle of reincarnation and gain immortality and power, agreed to make a pact with the evil dragon, exchanging its power for his own.

No wonder this guy's actions are always so strange; now I know the reason. "You're right, with your strength, you really don't need to go through all this trouble. But there's something I'm curious about: since he made a pact with the ancient evil god, why couldn't he borrow the other party's power to fight against you at the crucial moment?"

Zhang Hao explained in detail some of the special rules for entering into a contract.

To be precise, making a covenant with the gods can bring endless resources, but it is also subject to certain constraints. For example, one must do good deeds and accumulate merit to a certain degree, or one must do things that benefit the people to accumulate good fortune.

These rules and regulations add up to a great many, and explaining them is quite troublesome.

Zhang Hao kept it brief: "That's roughly it. If it's an unequal contract, the other party might provide power unpredictably at any time. Especially since almost nothing Wu-Face has done recently has been successful, it seems only natural that he would anger the other party."

Yama, the King of Hell, tried to put himself in Yama's shoes.

If you were to make a pact with a celestial master in the human world, entrusting him to subdue all kinds of evil spirits and uphold righteousness, but that celestial master repeatedly fails and cannot accomplish any of the entrusted tasks, you would certainly be angry.

When angered, they cease to lend power; those naturally arrogant and willful gods are indeed capable of doing so.

Moreover, judging from the faceless creature's various behaviors, it is clear that the contract was not equitable.

Unlike someone who dared to be direct and had the strength to resist the contract and not be controlled by the other party.

"If that's the case, then there's a lot more involved behind this incident. I need to continue my investigation. If there are any further developments, I'll let you know. If you notice anything similar in the mortal realm, remember to report it to me."

Zhang Hao raised his head and stared straight at Yama.

King Yama frowned and asked, "What? Do you have a problem with this? Are you unwilling to cooperate with the underworld in its work?"

"You just said 'come back and report,' isn't that a phrase usually used by superiors to subordinates? I don't remember ever becoming your subordinate?"

King Yama coughed and said, "I apologize. I was thinking too much just now and didn't pay attention to my words. I hope this has not offended you. I apologize to you."

Li Zixuan watched in stunned silence.

The mighty King Yama of the Underworld actually apologized to a living person!
Even the most powerful Taoist master would probably find it difficult to make Yama bow his head and apologize.

He turned his head slightly and asked Bai Wuchang in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang's status in the underworld is higher than I imagined. In your hearts, just how high is Mr. Zhang's status? What position does he hold among the higher-ups in the underworld? Could you elaborate?"

When asked this question, Bai Wuchang glanced at his superior, Yama, and replied very seriously, "Isn't the answer to your question already very clear?"

The answer was indeed quite obvious, but he clearly wanted to hear them confirm it themselves.

"It is indeed very obvious, but it still feels unreal, so I came to ask you."

"Mr. Zhang is the kind of person no one dares to mess with in the underworld. Is that clear enough for me?" Bai Wuchang said bluntly.

Startled, Li Zixuan nodded repeatedly: "Understood, Brother Bai Wuchang. I will probably be following Mr. Zhang in the future. We might see each other often. Please don't always have such a stern face towards me. Let's cooperate and work together so that our work will be easier."

Bai Wuchang glanced at him sideways.

Li Zixuan shrank back. Bai Wuchang's single glance was enough to instill intense pressure; no wonder he was the top-ranking ghost official in the underworld—his mere look carried such power. (End of Chapter)