At the same time in the imperial capital of Chu, Emperor Jing Run was also being driven back to the hole where he came from.0

Ye Qing alone was almost too much for him to deal with, and now a greater Sage than Ye Qing was getting involved. Naturally, Emperor Jing Run could not put up any sort of useful resistance at all, nor did he have any way to escape. He could only watch in helplessness as the Earthly Sovereign Bell came ever closer and threatened to swallow him whole.0

“Are you really going to become King Taishan’s enemy, Ye Qing? You will regret this!” By now, Emperor Jing Run was looking like a ball of snow being burned alive by the sun and a roaring fire, melting and sizzling everywhere. The Luo Feng Crown on his head was tilted, the Yin Heaven Robe he was wearing was damaged, and the Son of Heaven Sword of Yellow Spring he was wielding was covered in cracks. It looked like it might...0