Su Yi appeared suddenly outside of the Divine Cave of the River of Forgetfulness.

“My lord, why are your wounds so severe?” The Netherworld Abyssal had been waiting there this entire time. Its lake-sized golden eyes bulged in astonishment.

It remembered its lord as a supreme, invincible existence. He had no opponents beneath the heavens; who would have injured him?

But now, Su Yi was indeed wounded!

And severely at that!

The Netherworld Abyssal found this rather difficult to accept.

“Minor wounds, that’s all. What do they amount to?” Su Yi glanced at the Netherworld Abyssal. “Besides, I’m currently only in the Spiritual Incarnation Realm.”

He then sat cross-legged, took some recovery medicine, and started meditating.

The Netherworld Abyssal seemed quite nervous. It stammered, “Forgive me, my lord. I… I truly didn’t mean to offend you. I just didn’t think the nine trials could possibly harm you… Oh, wait… you’re currently in the Spiritual Incarnation Realm, no wonder…”

The Netherworld Abyssal looked enlightened.

But a moment later, it froze. The Spiritual Incarnation Realm!?

How did he possibly become...