Sheathing the Sword

The blood-red divine chains lashed the Purple Robe Woman until her delicate body convulsed violently. She cried out in agony, a bloody gash appearing across her snowy back.

"Tianji, daring to flaunt your meager seductive tricks before Lord Su Yi—how is that any different from courting death?"

At the same time, that stiff, shriveled voice rang out from deep within the cave.

"Is it really... Lord Su Yi?"

The Purple Robe Woman's eyes widened. As realization dawned on her, a flicker of terror surfaced in her gaze.

"Go in yourself."

Su Yi pointed at the Heavenly Decree Lotus Lamp.

"Yes!"

This time, the Purple Robe Woman seemed to have truly accepted defeat. Lowering her head, she shakily pushed herself up and staggered into the Heavenly Decree Lotus Lamp, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"This..."

Fei Changting, who had witnessed everything, wore an utterly incredulous expression. "Lord Su Yi? Could it really be..."

Cui Chang'an said, "I told you before: to be defeated beneath Young Master Su's hand—even in death, one may die where one ought to, die with honor, die a death worth dying. Do you understand now?"

Fei Changting swallowed with difficulty and slumped to the ground as though his soul had left him. He muttered, "According to the rumors, five hundred years ago, that one... had already passed away... How could this be..."

At the summit of Heaven Cauldron Mountain.

"Old Crawler, it's your turn."

Su Yi spoke.

"Is Lord Su Yi not worried that something unexpected might happen after this old man gets out?"

The dry, stiff voice spoke from deep within the cave.

"You can try. Bear the consequences yourself."

Su Yi replied calmly.

Silence fell deep within the cave.

Then, the power of the forbidden formation on Heaven Cauldron Mountain suddenly began