Whether Ye Jiuyou was willing to trust him or not, she gave no clear answer. However, the cold smile that had been lingering on her lips finally faded.0

Zhao Changhe, still with his soul shackled, was suffering. His body remained invaded by darkness and death qi, his face pale, lips bloodless. He endured in silence.0

Ye Jiuyou raised a hand and drew him toward her. She quietly studied the pain etched on his face for a long time, but said nothing.0

In the end, she simply pressed her palm against him, feeling the changes in the death qi now mingled with his flesh.0

Of course, Zhao Changhe had not been boasting. He had once seriously studied the nature of death qi and the transformation between life and death aided by the Heavenly Tome’s page of life. He truly did understand it intimately, though he had never used it himself. At first, he had studied it merely to prepare for future encounters with Ye Jiuyou, to ensure he would not be instantly slain by her powers.0

Later, from cultivating the Eternal Blood Demon Body, to gaining an understanding of the Vermillion Bird’s essence of life and death through dual cultivation with Huangfu Qing, and even to assisting Piaomiao in creating her body, he had grown exceedingly adept when it came to the law of life.0

His comprehension of the concept of “profound control” alone was already more than enough to be called masterful. Now, as Ye Jiuyou’s death qi invaded his body, his flesh instinctively resisted, creating a counterforce. The result was life and death rotating around each other in a balanced conflict, a sensation very close to Taiji itself.0

The aura Ye Jiuyou injected also carried traces of the power...0