The woman in the bronze mask collapsed and fell as if she’d lost her soul. 

“Your Excellency, spare me! Have mercy!” When Daoist Corpse Controller saw this, his knees thudded to the ground, and he kowtowed, quivering, terrified, and helpless.

Su Yi hefted the sword embryo and walked right up to the giant Dao Cocoon. He examined it, then asked, “Has the possession already begun?”

Daoist Corpse Controller hurriedly stammered, “It has.” 

“Who was possessed?” asked Su Yi.

“The Spiritmartial Marquis, Chen Zheng,” Daoist Corpse Controller responded immediately.

Su Yi furrowed his brow. Chen Zheng? No wonder he hasn’t returned from Bloodthistle Yao Mountain even after six days. He actually encountered such an enormous calamity!  

“I’ll give you a choice again.” Su Yi glanced at Daoist Corpse Controller, then at the ten-thousand-foot blood-red vortex. “Jump in on your own, or die.”

Daoist Corpse Controller was stunned. Then, his face went ashen as all his hopes gave way to despair.

He struggled to his feet, then stared intently at the crimson vortex. “Your Excellency, might you perhaps…. leave me a path to survival?”

Su Yi shook his head. 

Daoist Corpse Controller’s expression shifted erratically. After a...