After Immortal Lord Zhenxie lost his cultivation, he was forced to labor every day. Unlike Mortal World Supreme, he tried to escape, but relying on nothing but his two feet, he simply could not flee Wushi Continent. Sometimes Epiphyllum Ghost Mother would toy with him too, deliberately letting him run all the way to the edge of the continent before catching him and dragging him back.
It took Immortal Lord Zhenxie more than half a year to run from Wuzhong Mountain to the edge of the continent. Those six months were unbearably hard for him, yet also filled with hope. The closer he got to the sea, the fiercer that hope burned.
When he saw the ocean, the hope in his heart reached its peak. But with Epiphyllum Ghost Mother's arrival, that hope was shattered. After he was captured and taken back, he lost even more of his edge, becoming no different from the walking dead.
As for Immortal Lord Zhenxie's plight, Mortal World Supreme felt no sympathy. On the contrary, he gloated over his misfortune.
Afterward, Mortal World Supreme still ignored Immortal Lord Zhenxie and focused on his own labor. He did not bother with Immortal Lord Zhenxie's affairs, nor did he warn him. After all, someone would make sure Immortal Lord Zhenxie did not stop.
Sure enough, because Immortal Lord Zhenxie was too lazy and slack, Epiphyllum Ghost Mother brought someone over.
"Didn't you eat? Don't you know how to move?"
Smack—
Blood Prison Great Sage's whip lashed across Immortal Lord Zhenxie's face. It did not only hurt him; it also woke him up.
His first reaction was anger. Unfortunately, Blood Prison Great Sage would not indulge him and immediately kicked him in a flurry. After being beaten for a long time, he had no choice but to