Chapter 996 366: In the Past, They Called Me Xu Fu

One figure after another turned into streaks of light, flying toward the direction of the City of Injustice.

Da Lei watched their departing backs, then looked toward that stretch of dark sea that had returned to calm.

The ash-grey cloth robe fluttered lightly in the wind.

In the end, it too vanished silently from where it had been.

Arctic Ice Sea.

The starlight had already scattered; only the chill glow of the polar night from Heaven remained, shining upon the ink-black waves as they slowly subsided.

Fang Qingyu's figure hung suspended a few meters above the surface of the sea.

On the face covered by Star Crystal.

There was, at this moment, a trace of delight.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upward, excitement flowing in the light of his eyes.

Right now Fang Qingyu was like a child combing the beach for shells.

Happily darting back and forth over the sea, tireless.

His right hand, covered in Star Crystal, would from time to time reach into the icy seawater.

And when it rose again, there was always a piece of bone in his palm, emitting a faint golden glow.

"Seventeenth segment... tsk, fine quality."

Fang Qingyu weighed it in his hand and nodded, satisfied.

He casually stowed it away into a netted pouch woven of starlight.

That pouch was already heavy at this point, and lying within it.

Were sixteen bone segments of varying size and shape, each one exuding a rich divine fluctuation—Divine Bones.

Twenty-five clumps of Divine Blood wrapped in starlight, squirming slowly like living things.

There was even a complete Divine Skull, covered in strange patterns, with golden flames seeming to flicker deep within its eye sockets...

As well as Chen Yuanshan's Evil Filthy Cross Sword.

All of these were the essence scattered out of the remnants of Chen Yuanshan's collapsing giant effigy.

"Tsk tsk, this time I really... hit the jackpot!"

That guy Chen Yuanshan, he was a bit too crazy.

But the fortune he'd piled up was truly thick.

Then Fang Qingyu scooped up the last clump of Divine Blood and looked toward the four figures beside him, whose eyes were somewhat dazed.

At their head.

Was the one draped in a Dark Gold Fine Bone Woven Magnificent Robe, long grey-white hair hanging loose, features ancient and rugged.

His bluish-grey skin glimmered faintly under the starlight.

It was that mysterious King Corpse.

Behind him were those three unlucky ancient corpses.

The corpse-fiend qi on their bodies was suppressed to the extreme; the three pairs of ghostfire eyes were filled with terror and confusion.

The King Corpse's dark-grey eyes.

Were looking at Fang Qingyu right now with unusual complexity.

Fang Qingyu's gaze fell upon the King Corpse, and he said softly, "You're saying... you want to follow me?"

The moment those words came out, the three ancient corpses bound by the King Corpse's Power immediately began to struggle violently.

Urgent low growls of "hoh hoh hoh" rumbled in their throats.

The ghostfire flickered wildly, blazing with fierce objection.

The King Corpse didn't even glance at the three of them; he merely snapped his fingers with the slightest motion.

Snap.

The struggle and howls of the three ancient corpses ceased in an instant.

Only then did the King Corpse raise his head, meet Fang Qingyu's gaze, and nod with utmost seriousness as he said:

"Yes. Master."

He outright called him Master, placing himself incredibly low.

Fang Qingyu arched a brow, looking the King Corpse up and down with great interest.

A Tier Four taking the initiative to follow a Tier Three.

If this got out, no one would believe it.

And the other party was even surviving in this form.

But thinking back to the way he'd behaved toward him in the Earth Palace.

Fang Qingyu paused for a moment, and in the end still asked, "What's your name?"

The King Corpse was slightly taken aback.

Name?

This question... had not been asked of him in many, many years.

Even his previous Master.

Had simply bestowed a name upon him.

So, for the first time, clear daze and reminiscence appeared upon that calm, still face.

After a few breaths of silence.

The King Corpse slowly lifted his head, his dark-grey eyes looking at Fang Qingyu, and said with a hint of uncertainty:

"Back then, people all called me Xu Fu."