The sound of wailing rose and fell within the darkness.
Almost at the same moment that he came to stand on the border between night and day, the feeling of the summons rose up again within him. It was as if a huge hand had plunged into his chest and grabbed ahold of his heart. Panting, he looked up at the illusory rifts ahead, and once again caught sight of the young man sitting there in the middle of everything.
It was impossible to see the young man’s face clearly, but his voice echoed out within Meng Hao’s mind.
“Come….
“Successor of the League of Demon Sealers…. Come….
“I am… the Fifth Generation Demon Sealer….”