It was the beginning of the winter. The skies were chilly, and the ground was frozen.

Late at night.

Su Yi asked, “Little turtle, how did you explain to Ge Qian?”

Xuan Ning’s indistinct primordial spirit said respectfully, “Master, I just told him I’d have to leave for a while.”

Su Yi nodded, then waved his sleeves. A bronze box floated out. He removed the lid, revealing the Demonic Womb sealed inside.

“Do you still remember the Soul-Calming Spiritual Refinement Incantation I taught you?” asked Su Yi.

Xuan Ning said solemnly, “I remember.”

Su Yi said casually, “Alright. Enter the Demonic Womb and use that secret art to suppress the living thing inside. If it resists, you can just kill it.”

“Yes, sir!” Xuan Ning blurred into a streak of light and shot into the Demonic Womb.

Bang bang bang!

The bronze box shook violently as the lifeform within the Demonic Womb struggled like mad. Misty light circulated around it.

Su Yi put his hands behind his back and watched calmly as all of this played out.

Shortly after, a miserable shriek emanated from within the Demonic Womb. “Su Yi, the Deathbringer’s...