"An immortal cultivator."
Zhou Yi lowered his gaze and stared at Yuan Shun for a long while.
Yuan Shun felt an immense pressure descend upon him. With a century of inner strength, he counted as a first-rate expert in the martial world, yet at this moment, he did not even dare entertain the thought of resistance.
An ancient monster beyond compare!
When the new emperor ascended the throne, Yuan Shun had seen those Attendants in the palace. They were not even one-tenth as formidable as King Samsara.
Zhou Yi had devoted nearly thirty years to the art of nurturing the spirit. From being full of vigor at the beginning to now sensing the existence of his Spirit Soul, his progress had actually been far faster than with the Origin Returning Art.
Now that he had tried pressuring Yuan Shun's soul, he found the result quite satisfying.
"Little Yuan, if this old man had not intervened, were you planning to keep this matter hidden?"
Yuan Shun was terrified. "This subordinate would not dare!"
"This old man does not care whether you dare or not. If this information is true, this matter will pass. If it is false..."
Zhou Yi did not continue. No matter how well a Chess Piece performed, it was still only a Chess Piece. He could crush it at will and spend another ten years cultivating a replacement; there was nothing to regret.
"This subordinate understands. I have secretly investigated this matter for a long time. It is true eight or nine times out of ten!"
Yuan Shun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, he had gambled correctly. King Samsara was obsessed with the Path of Immortality; upon hearing of this matter, even towering fury would be suppressed.
Ever since learning this news last year, Yuan