After that invisible force reached the spot between Su Yi's brows, it silently burrowed inside.
Su Yi's soul seemed dead drunk, and he fell unconscious in an instant.
At the moment his soul lost consciousness, even his Dao body was silently imprisoned.
Strangely, through all this, Su Yi suffered no harm whatsoever.
Fortunately, Su Yi had prepared in advance. The instant his soul fell unconscious, a strand of his awareness quietly slipped into the Nine Hells Sword.
The power of the Nine Hells Sword spread like a vast fog, shrouding his entire sea of consciousness.
If Su Yi wished, he could "wake up" at any time and respond accordingly.
Outside the treasure ship, hurricanes raged, waves churned, lightning flashed, and thunder roared, as though they were traveling through a chaotic and violent world.
Yet the room was silent. Su Yi lay on the soft couch, his breathing even and deep, looking as though he were sound asleep.
Silently, a drizzle of dusky-blue light appeared in the room. It continuously traced itself through the air before finally evolving into a graceful, slender figure.
Clad in black with white hair, her eyes gleamed like dots of gold, while a veil concealed her face. It was none other than Taihao Lingyu.
Not a trace of her aura leaked out. She stood there quietly, as if she did not exist at all.
Yet as she gazed at Su Yi on the couch, Taihao Lingyu made no move for a long while. She merely looked at him, as though recalling something.
After a long time, a faint, lonely sigh sounded in the room.
Taihao Lingyu strolled to the couch and sat beside Su Yi.
She lowered her head, her golden eyes gazing at Su Yi's face. A tenderness like water, impossible to suppress, emerged deep