Above the vast, murky Bitter Sea.
A small boat cleaved through the waves.
Su Yi lay lazily aboard it, his body nearly filling its originally cramped space.
At the stern, the Nether King's long, slender jade legs were pressed together as she sat sideways, the curve of her ample hips pronounced. Her ten fair, scallion-like fingers clasped around her knees, her bearing equally languid.
Waves of sea breeze blew past, stirring the youth's azure robes and scattering the woman's soft, fluffy dark-blue hair.
Yet compared to before, the Nether King's expression lacked some of its radiance. Her peerlessly beautiful Jade Face flickered uncertainly beneath the heavenly light.
From the very first moment she had seen Su Yi during the battle earlier, the Nether King had already anticipated its final outcome.
Only...
Whenever she thought of the power Su Yi had displayed in battle, the Nether King's heart was far from as calm as she appeared.
She knew all too well how formidable the experts of the Nine Heavens Pavilion were.
In the past, the mere deployment of an Executioner-level expert could suppress an entire great world and slaughter until no one dared proclaim themselves supreme!
Under the pursuit of Jailor-level experts, even figures of the Profound Darkness Realm were fated to find escape impossible even with wings.
The Nether King still clearly remembered that whenever the Nine Heavens Pavilion conquered a vast world, it would seize that world's source power.
Those who had attained the Dao and become Emperors would be captured by Jailors and suppressed within the Moth Larva Blood Cave, treated as "spirit medicine."
By now, who knew how many cultivation worlds beneath the starry skies had been suppressed by the Nine Heavens Pavilion? For this reason alone, the Nine Heavens Pavilion had constructed no fewer than nine