"Yes!"
Primeval Lord of Heaven's avatar put away the Nine Nether Flames and left the hall with Hun Xiu.
"Alas."
"This Investiture of the Gods Tribulation has only just begun, yet so many unforeseen changes have already appeared. Alas."
Primeval Lord of Heaven sighed.
This tribulation had come with exceptional ferocity. Primeval Lord of Heaven could sense that this time, if things were not handled properly—
Even Saints might be drawn into the tribulation. And once they entered it, escaping would not be easy.
Inside the pitch-black dungeon.
A wisp of purple flame burned Hun Xiu. Beneath the violet fire, his entire face was nearly twisted out of shape.
It was a distortion born of agony, accompanied by miserable screams!
"Ahhh!"
The cries were incomparably tragic, enough to make anyone shudder.
Primeval Lord of Heaven's avatar said, "Speak! As long as you tell me who is behind this, you will no longer suffer like this."
"Why put yourself through this?"
"You have already become an abandoned pawn of the person behind you. What is the point of stubbornly holding on?"
"Ahhh!"
Hun Xiu screamed, "As an avatar, you don't understand at all. You understand nothing! Ahhh!"
"Kill me and give me a quick death."
Hun Xiu pleaded.
"Primeval Lord of Heaven" said, "Dying will not be so easy. Until you reveal the person behind you, I will not let you die. I would also like to see how long you can endure beneath the Nine Nether Flames."
"Ahhh!"
Inside the hall.
Primeval Lord of Heaven and his avatar stood together.
"Fellow Daoist, has he spoken yet?" Primeval Lord of Heaven asked. In his eyes, no one could endure the burning of the Nine Nether Flames without breaking. Even the hardest bones would ultimately soften beneath the scorching of the Nine