How had things turned out like this?
Taiyinzi could not help asking himself a question from the depths of his soul: Everything had clearly gone smoothly, as if it had all been arranged in advance—so why had things turned out like this?
Let us take a look at Taiyinzi's current predicament.
At the mouth of a blazing volcano, he was being suspended by a rope hanging in midair, dangling above bubbling magma... The distance between his toes and the magma was less than one centimeter.
If he scratched his right foot with his left, the ball of his right foot would definitely touch the magma... He had actually scratched it once—relying on the toughness of the Black Soul Envoy's body, and then... then there was no "then."
The old Daoist was in agony—!!!
He had no idea what this rope binding him was made of. It had actually made his ability to turn into mist suddenly stop working properly.
He was roaring furiously inside—The magma in this damn volcano could actually damage even the body of a Black Soul Envoy. That was way too much!!
This Black Soul Envoy's body had clearly been remade by its master, using a material of a higher grade than his original body!
Inferior—impure.
"Enjoy yourself. This is the 'Volcano That Melts Anything No Matter What'! Even if a Void Origin Demon fell in, not even slag would remain!"
The burly man who had tied Taiyinzi up and brought him here sneered as he spoke.
"What kind of ridiculous name is that?" Taiyinzi could not help opening his mouth, as if he had been insulted.
The burly man said indifferently, "It didn't have a name to begin with. I'll call it whatever I want. Got a problem? Climb up here and hit me!"
"Th-this... Lord,