Turning disaster into fortune?
Su Yi was taken aback, then could not help but laugh. "What if I refuse to hand it over?"
The old man slowly rose from the ground and looked toward the bustling, prosperous street in the distance. "Your Excellency has surely noticed that this is a secret realm of mortals. Whoever comes here will turn into an ordinary person with no cultivation."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Su Yi. "But... I alone am different."
"Over the long years of the past, some God Lords who did not fear death also entered this realm. After being reduced to mortals, they refused to accept it and still could not see their predicament. The result was..."
"I crushed them to death as easily as ants."
The old man smiled broadly. "Even now, I remember the astonishment, terror, and despair on their faces before they died. It was quite amusing. Your Excellency is a smart man. I trust you do not wish to try it."
If these words had been spoken to God Lords reduced to ordinary mortals, they would surely have been terrified and uneasy.
But Su Yi was not.
With interest, he said, "So even when they died, they never recovered their cultivation?"
"Correct."
The old man said gently, "This is neither an illusion nor a trick of the eye. It is true mortality. It does not permit anyone with cultivation to exist here. Even a Nine Refinement God Lord would be reduced to a mortal upon entering."
Su Yi fell into thought. "It seems the rules of this realm are rather special."
The old man praised him, "Indeed. Fellow Daoist, your gaze is as keen as a torch. Since you understand, you naturally know what to do, don't you?"
Su Yi smiled and nodded. "Since