Han Dong readily accepted the Yellow Robe’s suggestion; it indeed made a lot of sense.
With a full year’s reduction from the estimated minimum time, Han Dong must seize every second, leaving no moment to spare.
If unable to become king, he would have no power to resist the terrifying Out of control invaders.
And the Book of Dead Spirit would inevitably be the most crucial and necessary trump card.
During cultivation, Han Dong also faintly developed a subtle feeling... He felt that this Supreme Grimoire might greatly promote his king transformation, even unexpectedly bringing about qualitative changes.
Due to the special traits of the Book of Dead Spirit, no Demon has ever been able to cultivate it from ancient times to the present, and no one knows what changes will occur upon its completion.
Han Dong is the only cultivator, also the closest to truth cultivator.
Han Dong has collected all the inner dimension remnant pages, except for the brain, and completed cultivation with the Yellow Robe King’s assistance.
The remaining pages, preserved among the old kingdoms’ outer parts, require a personal visit to retrieve. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel✦fire.net
Thinking of this, Han Dong gently placed a hand on Mary’s shoulder, leaned closer, and spoke earnestly.
"Miss Mary... I need to trouble you with something.
When you return to the Black Tower, please check these names for me. Conduct inquiries directly through me, and you’ll quickly find them.
If you discover they are still exploring the World of Fate, use forced measures to bring them back to the Black Tower, ensuring their soul safety.
Ideally, send them back to S-01."
If they were strangers,
even with Han Dong’s status as the sole candidate for M, Mary would certainly refuse such a request,
Under level-one alert, any interworld travel inevitably carries great risks... Once marked by an Out of control invaders, not even she could protect herself and would be subjected to Supreme Will’s direct judgment, most likely to be executed on the spot.
But now the situation is different.
If not for Han Dong, her brain would remain trapped here forever after tasting, with even Death being the most extravagant thing.
"Alright, I’ll handle it as soon as I return to the Black Tower."
Due to this agreement.
There is reason to let Mary leave; otherwise, even if Han Dong refused to eat, the Yellow Robe would consider Mary his own dessert.
The Yellow Robe also separated a piece of yellow silk, sending Mary directly to the Realm of Spirits’ exit... She was the first Alien Race to visit Carxa and leave intact.
In the grand yet ruined opera house.
The Yellow Robe, with a prince’s demeanor, strolled between the stage curtains, circling Han Dong standing in the center.
"Nicholas, the Leg True Text ended up in my possession precisely due to the Black Goat Clan’s decline.
I also spent considerable effort to suppress it deep in Carxa; although nearly impossible seals were placed, it’s uncertain how things are now.
Come with me, hopefully, the remnant pages haven’t escaped... It’s just right since you haven’t seen the depths of Carxa yet.
As for the other two remnant pages, I recall one is in the Dreamlands and one in the Deep Sea~ when you go, give that big octopus in the Deep Sea my regards."
"We... are already walking."
With this reminder from the Yellow Robe King,
Han Dong suddenly felt a vertical fall, as the Yellow Robe King who seemed to be circling was actually engaging in a ’descending staircase’ behavior.
When Han Dong realized this, the stage in the opera house transformed into a spiral secret staircase.
"We have quite a long way to go, at least a day’s time, without any shortcut."
"There’s also something I must ask you... I really can’t understand your previous ’action’.
Such a succulent King Level dish with a special soul nature delivered to your door, for you who need to race against time and replenish nutrition, it’s simply a divine opportunity.
Not to mention the hunger feeling during cultivation, you ought to have eaten long ago... If Carxa were as prosperous as before, I surely would have gotten some soul soup to nourish you.
But in this state, there’s simply no way to get any food for you, your soul is starved.
Moreover, you should understand your situation well, such a King Level brain would greatly enhance your further cultivation.
Additionally, you don’t need to worry about anything.
Consuming her here, the Black Tower wouldn’t notice, and even if they investigated, I would ’take the fall’... Of course, I wouldn’t care about those guys at all, if anyone dared invade Carxa again, I wouldn’t mind using them as renovation materials.
Can you explain the reason for forsaking food and deliberately restraining your progress?"
Han Dong awkwardly chuckled:
"Haha~ I truly didn’t mean to delay my advancement.
How should I say it... I just simply don’t want to eat.
Though my soul essence doesn’t entirely belong to humans, it mixes in a part of human essence, keeping the most basic humanity within me.
I truly cannot bring myself to eat someone who has shown kindness and spent time with me.
I guess that’s the reason."
"Humanity huh... saying so, I could understand.
During the ’partition phase’, that lazy part lingered in human society creating works, most discussing ’humanity’.
I get it, next time I won’t force such a task upon you."
"Thanks for understanding, of course... If one day some ill-intentioned guy steps forward, I hope you won’t forget to save a bowl of brain stew for me.
I still remember the taste of brain crab on the Dreamland Beach, it was quite good."
"Once those Out of control invaders invade here, the chance will naturally arise."
As they delved deeper into the spiral staircase.
The Yellow Robe King continued to discuss the previous dream dimension experiences with Han Dong, praising multiple times... greatly satisfied with Han Dong, the "Yellow Robe Messenger".
Just before reaching the lowest level.
The sound of bare feet hitting the ground echoed from below.
Quickly, two long legs without accompanying body sprinted up the stairs... after traversing several steps they turned downward.
Doing such a back and forth roaming upon the staircase.
As they continued downward,
the number of these legs increased, running in groups along the staircase.
Seeing this scene, Yellow Robe King remarked somewhat helplessly: "Seems a few have indeed escaped over these years... But as long as the remnant pages are intact."