Chaos. That was the thread they had been chasing—there had to be a god or demon who represented pure chaos, and now, they had a name.0

The fact that Underworld Guide himself had been turned into a corpse puppet was incidental. The dead were fundamentally different from the living; there was nothing worth mourning.0

The name Jiuyou was not unfamiliar to Zhao Changhe. It had appeared multiple times in the Four Idols Cult’s texts he had once been forced to copy—always as a footnote to the Night Emperor’s exploits. For instance, “Once, the Night Emperor defeated Jiuyou in the extreme north.[1]” But beyond vague references, there had been no detailed accounts. After all, the Four Idols Cult’s records were not comprehensive; if they were, Zhao Changhe would not have needed to seek a path to the Profound Control Realm through Xue Wu’s soul-searching.0

“When the name surfaced in Kunlun, some thought Jiuyou was the Night Emperor,” Ye Wuzong continued. “Yet the Night Emperor might be ruthless and brutal but follows the rules. Jiuyou is the opposite, and if I’m not mistaken, is actually the Night Emperor’s nemesis.” Here, Ye Wuzong paused and glanced meaningfully at Sisi and Yue Hongling, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Oh, and by the way—she’s a woma...2