The throne was indeed a throne, and Ying Gou usually sat on it.

But he didn't think he needed a so-called throne to set himself off. Back then, when Boss Zhou was pulled into the depths of his soul, Ying Gou pointed his finger at the bottom of the throne;

There, there was a pit.

Since ancient times, legends of the Nether Sea and the White Bone Throne have been circulating. In the eyes of outsiders, the position where Ying Gou sits must be the throne, symbolizing supreme power.

This doesn't depend on the quality, composition, or structure of the seat,

It merely depends on the person sitting on it.

However,

For Ying Gou,

In the beginning,

He just wanted to make a doghouse.

Perhaps,

The later figurine maniac, at that time, already had premonitions of it.

The throne was very large, really large, with piles of white bones like mountains.

Those countless demon gods suppressed under the throne, who also had the identity of artifact spirits in these years, must have already dug out every detail of this throne, inside and out, up and down.

After all,

Besides doing this,

They had nothing else to do.

But some things, you can't really understand just by touching them.

For example, the pit under the throne.

Maybe it was just an accident, such as a corner being knocked off during the moving of the furniture.

After all, the White Bone Throne was too large, and it wasn't smooth and flat. It was built up with bones one by one, so isn't it normal for some places to protrude and some places to be recessed?

Only the seat at the very top,

Possibly because Ying Gou had been sitting on it for a long time, had been worn a little smooth, so it was a little more regular now.

At this time,

The surface of Zhou Ze's body had been stained with a layer of bloody mist, which indicated that the body was entering the countdown to collapse under the pressure of the White Bone Throne.

But,

It ended here.

Zhou Ze's fingernail gently touched, scraping out a string of sparks, but it was like a steel needle piercing into a ball.

"Buzz!"

The White Bone Throne, with its extremely strong oppressive force, suddenly trembled at this moment,

Immediately afterwards,

At the location of the pit in the corner below it,

A wisp of black flame flashed,

The flame was only a little bit at first, but then it turned into a soaring fire, completely covering the throne.

A series of shrill screams came,

Countless demon gods were howling and struggling inside,

The fire turned into a cyclone, drawing outward, with the starting point at the location of the pit.

There,

Was the real key central location of the White Bone Throne, the true core of the White Bone Throne.

It was there, had always been there, but for countless years, no one who controlled, managed, and studied it had been able to really discover it.

Because this was no longer a case of looking in the dark, it completely subverted the cognition of normal people's thinking.

It was as if the cork of a wine bottle had been suddenly pulled out,

The wine inside began to gush out,

The cyclone that rushed out, and the flames covered on the cyclone, were the "nutrients" that were forcibly drawn out from the White Bone Throne, the artifact spirits that were melted in the fire.

Ying Gou was benevolent,

He could choose not to kill Xie Zhi, just finding him interesting;

He took in the Jiuli battle souls who were being hunted down, just thinking they were brave;

But he was also cold-blooded,

The birth of the White Bone Throne was the best proof.

Therefore, when facing the despair and wailing of these demon gods at this time, Ying Gou had no fluctuations.

Even,

He even closed his eyes slightly,

Boss Zhou in his body could feel a faint joy beneath the great calm in Ying Gou's heart;

He was enjoying this feeling.

The fire on the throne continued to burn, and the volume of the throne was also getting smaller and smaller, as if most of the impurities had begun to be removed in the fire.

Flames also began to appear on the servant in front of him.

He had long integrated himself into the throne, so his fate at this time was naturally no different from those demon gods under the throne.

The servant looked at Zhou Ze with an unbelievable look,

For a long time,

He had always felt that he was the one who understood Ying Gou the most,

Although in the time the two spent together, most of the time he was kneeling beside him, trembling and treading on thin ice;

But he was indeed one of the few people who had stayed by Ying Gou's side for the longest time,

But until today,

He seemed to realize that,

He simply couldn't understand Ying Gou.

But he knew that he had lost, and had no ability to make a comeback. Having reached this point, he seemed a little free and easy.

It couldn't be said that he cared much about the continuation of his descendants.

Having existed with his thoughts and consciousness for so long, the concept of clan continuation was really very, very weak.

He just struggled to open his mouth and asked with his last bit of strength:

"Master, I don't understand. Since this is a doghouse, why have you been the only one sitting on it for so many years?"

Why was it a doghouse?

How could it be a doghouse?

The servant himself, and even those demon gods who were being burned or had just been incinerated in the throne, probably felt the same way:

Are you kidding me?

Seemingly out of pity for this "acquaintance," Ying Gou was willing to help him understand before his consciousness completely dissipated.

"Back then, I searched for a long time, but I never found the dog I wanted, so it's been empty."

It had been empty until,

Hell was turbulent,

Immortals revived,

And finally he successfully stopped the trend, but he also fell because of it,

Therefore, the doghouse had been prepared long ago, but the matter of raising a dog never came to fruition.

"Master, have you now found the dog that can please you?"

Although the servant wasn't a "figurine," in reality, the role he played at the time had many similarities with Ying Gou's countless figurines later on.

He hated it, but he was still sensitive to what he should be sensitive to.

Ying Gou was silent,

And in the process of this silence, above, the White Bone Throne was still shrinking non-stop,

The flames on the servant in front of him had almost burned him to transparency.

Ying Gou's silence finally ended at this time,

He opened his mouth and said:

"I found it."

"Then I am here to congratulate Master.

It's useless of me for not being able to suppress Master. I'm going to be gone, completely gone, so let me kowtow to Master one last time."

The servant knelt down,

The moment his forehead touched the ground,

His body turned into green smoke and dissipated.

In the last moment before dissipating,

His gaze glanced at the old man who had been knocked away by him earlier and fell there, his life or death unknown.

And at this moment,

Boss Zhou in his body suddenly felt a sense of confusion,

Confused about:

Should I be angry, or should I be proud?

"I said, can you not be so disgusting? By the way, this design of yours is really interesting. Installing a dog hole in advance can let all the air inside out."

"Heh…………"

Ying Gou did not refute, nor did he explain,

Watching the last bit of green smoke that the servant had turned into drift away,

In his eyes,

There was a hint of profoundness,

Meaningful.

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This chapter has a few less words, I'll make up for it with a big chapter tomorrow.