"That's right, he's not one now."
Turing said mysteriously, "But soon, he will be."
This exchange echoed in Gu Shen's Heart Lake, and he raised his head, looking at Turing in confusion.
Mr. Turing slowly took out a mass of black "black flame" from his chest, beating like a heart. Within the range covered by the spreading Pure Land Domain, it was bright, but this flame carried absolute darkness. Even a wisp of its flickering breath was enough to evoke "tension" and "unease."
No one was more familiar with this black flame than Gu Shen.
Not long ago, he had attempted to melt it once in Qingzhong Cemetery.
"You didn't expect it... I brought this thing out."
Turing grinned.
This sentence was directed at both Deep Sea and Gu Shen.
"Melting the 'Netherworld Fire' will bring a large number of calamities; these calamities will act on your soul, bones, and future destiny..."
