Yama smiled and said with feeling, "As long as you live, I cannot sleep or eat in peace either."
Whoosh.
The nail hammer rested crookedly on Tu Shan Jun's shoulder.
Whoosh.
He swung it with the motion.
The 'Mourning Staff' tore through the void, leaving behind wisps of Great Dao traces.
The skeletal fiend's front end pointed at Yama. As usual, he said, "Release them, and I'll leave you an intact corpse."
"Heh."
Only when Yama strode against the current did his towering frame become apparent.
Gray hair scattered over his shoulders, whipping wildly about his waist. His somewhat withered fingers resembled jade marrow shells drained dry.
He casually caught a falling drop of blood rain, rubbing it between his fingers as he said lightly, "After all these years, you're still the same. You haven't made the slightest progress."
"Sinking in the bitter sea—who can you save?"
"One life after another thrown in, bucket after bucket drawing water from nothing."
Yama pressed forward step by step.
He moved upstream against the fleeing cultivators.
Within the deep void formed by black, azure, and white immortal radiance and mystic breath, a pale golden glow slowly rose.
A mountain surged from the earth, one that even striking the water midstream could not shake.
He forcibly seized heaven and earth back from the hands of the Three Pure Ones Tu Shan Jun.
"You stubbornly believe that what you do is justified by heaven and ordained by earth. You delight in being able to see the bitter sea, reaching out to drag those drowning souls from it—only to watch helplessly as they are swallowed again. Yet you do not know that it is precisely because you intervened that their suffering lasts longer, perhaps forever."
"Is this what you wanted?"
"To dig them out with your