Amid the swaying lamplight, the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor crouched on the ground, utterly despondent, his face filled with desolation and bitterness.
Clearly, he already knew everything.
Su Yi pursed his lips and walked back into the hall.
"I never expected that, after all this... you would still choose to give me a chance to live..."
The Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor murmured, "I... deserve to die a thousand deaths! What virtue or ability do I possess to make you, Daoist friend, put aside past grievances and... save me..."
This legend who had once shattered the shackles of fate was now drowned in grief. Regret, bitterness, and hatred filled his eyes and brow.
It was hatred toward his main body.
He had already confronted Wu Ji Buddha for ages beyond count, yet one misstep had become an eternal regret!
Su Yi crouched down and gazed into the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor's eyes. "Wu Ji Buddha is still alive. Like you, he too is a spiritual body. Do you... wish to continue contending with him on the Great Dao?"
The Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor shuddered, his eyes lighting up. "The Old Monk is still alive?!"
Su Yi nodded. "He is an eminent monk of the Buddhist sect. Perhaps he can resolve the pain and knots in your heart."
The Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor laughed, then threw back his head and laughed heartily.
Radiance returned to his features. Rising from the ground, he said, "The Old Monk being alive is already the greatest comfort to me!"
Then he turned to Su Yi. "Enough. This is enough. As for me, I can die without regrets!"
Su Yi's expression changed slightly as he was about to say something.
But the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor shook his head and interrupted