Within the Ninth Fortress, peals of laughter shook the heavens.
All the Dao Ancestors had noticed that the Phoenix Ancestor's aura was nearly exhausted, and the backlash she had suffered was clearly extremely severe.
Su Yi was in no better condition.
Earlier, in order to stop the Phoenix Ancestor from going to her death, he had clearly exhausted all his strength as well. Just the sight of his paper-pale face made those Dao Ancestors realize that Su Yi would not be able to hold on much longer!
"I never expected our Lord Fate Official to be so tender toward beauty. He would rather abandon his sliver of hope of breaking through the encirclement than let Huang Shenxiu die. It truly moves the likes of us!"
Dao Ancestor Wei Ling sighed sentimentally.
"What you may not know is that the previous Fate Official, Xiao Jian, was just as pedantic and laughable back then. He would rather die alone than accept anyone else's help."
Shan Lingtian's words dripped with mockery.
Even as they spoke, they did not cease their attacks. On the contrary, their offensive grew fiercer and more terrifying than before, battering Su Yi until his figure swayed.
Yet Su Yi paid them no heed.
The Phoenix Ancestor's dazed, desolate appearance made Su Yi's heart ache all the more. He said softly, "As long as I am here, it is not too late for anything!"
With that, he turned toward the Ninth Fortress. His gaze had become cold and calm, without the slightest ripple.
Under the astonished, puzzled gazes of the crowd, Su Yi put away the wooden sword Nine Three, clasped his hands, and bowed to all directions one by one.
"In the name of the Fate Official, I, Su, invite all fellow Daoists to manifest your sanctity and lend