The heavenly hand gripped the Spirit Emperor tightly. Regardless of how he roared or struggled, he was unable to break out from its grip.0

"Xiao Nanfeng, sit cross-legged on the fingertips of the heavenly hand," the Divine Emperor instructed.0

"Understood!" Xiao Nanfeng nodded.0

He did as he was told. Suddenly, a ball of white energy emerged from the hand and surrounded Xiao Nanfeng, then pulled him deep within the fist—not toward the Spirit Emperor, but to an unusual space in which he lay submerged in some mysterious fluid.0

"Distill!" the Divine Emperor commanded.0

"Argh! Divine Emperor, have you forgotten about our fond memories together? You said you would help me become a heavenly emperor, that you would continue helping me! How could you do this to me now?!" the Spirit Emperor howled.0

"I was wrong. You're not deserving of my promise. Better that you die now," the Divine Emperor replied.0

"You wench!" the Spirit Emperor howled. "Despite how well I've treated you, you've betrayed me! I'm going to...3