Wutong's Long-Held Wish

Su Yun looked over. Blazing calamity fire burned without cease, and suddenly, one grotesque face after another emerged from within it—twisting, struggling, seeming to flee the flames. Yet like masks cast into a raging inferno, they gradually charred black, with still more tongues of fire pouring from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses.

Heavenly Prison Lord had devoured far, far too many Spiritual Natures and Demonic Natures. They transformed into countless different faces, attempting to scatter and escape.

But wherever he fled, the calamity fire followed. No Demonic Nature could escape!

This was his tribulation.

The Sixth Immortal Realm was on its last legs, and the immortal dao entrusted to this Immortal Realm had begun to rot and collapse as well. Heavenly Prison Lord should not have died so soon, but Wutong and Su Yun had damaged his Dao Heart, accelerating the process of decay.

How powerful was a Heavenly Lord?

Wherever Heavenly Prison Lord went, calamity fire raged and burned. Su Yun and Wutong waited outside the sea of flames for more than ten days, yet Heavenly Prison Lord still had not burned away completely. From time to time, faces would emerge to struggle and howl, their roars like tigers and oxen.

Wutong's injuries were quite severe. After recovering somewhat, she helped Yingying drive out her Inner Demon. Only then did Yingying awaken from the illusion, shuddering as she cried, "Heavenly Prison Lord is my nemesis!"

"You really do have a lot of nemeses!" Su Yun snapped irritably.

Then he grew curious. "Yingying, Heavenly Prison Lord awakened your Inner Demon. What did you experience in that illusion?"

"Just playing," Yingying said as if it were only natural.

She was carefree and without worries or sorrows. Thus, Heavenly Prison Lord catered to her tastes, trapping her forever in pleasure and