The Innerverse’s fate had been sealed the moment that Lu Yin took Liu Huang and the Second Nightking out of Gaia's Swamp.

Lu Yin was sitting calmly within the two-headed centipede’s encirclement as the creature slowly moved. It released an oppressive pressure that would have left most cultivators trembling.

Spots of light illuminated the ground as they reflected off of the two-headed centipede’s carapace slowly condensed, and a familiar cold appeared in the air.

Lu Yin’s eyes suddenly opened, but he could not see any runes at all. Still, he remembered this particular sensation. This was the same thing that he had felt each time he met one of the Seven Skygods.

"Did you have something to do with what happened in the Horned Galaxy?" asked a gloomy voice. It was impossible to determine if the voice belonged to a man or a woman.

Lu Yin did not even bother looking for the speaker, as he already knew that he would not see anything at all. "The Horned Galaxy? I had nothing to do with that."

"Where were you when Autumnfrost Chen died?"

Lu Yin's eyes flickered. "Who are you?"

"I ask, and you answer. You do not get to ask questions."

Lu Yin sneered. "So, what will happen if I don't answer?"

"Then you die."

Lu Yin laughed. "You don't care about Shaman God’s plan? Which of the Seven Skygods are you? You clearly aren’t Shaman God or Blackless God,...