[The Nether Heaven Mist] surged like ink, layer upon layer of restrictions blocking every means of probing from the outside.
At the center of the darkness, Pei Ling sat high on his throne, light flickering faintly in his eyes as he focused his gaze on the outside world.
At that moment, Mo Lilan, who had taken on his appearance, was still seated cross-legged on the platform of colored clouds, her gaze calm as she looked toward Patriarch "Su Ji" across from her.
Patriarch "Su Ji" released his fingers. In an instant, a hundred thousand [Suiyi Split God Needles] shot from his grasp and flew into the air.
The long needles were slender and black. As they hovered, they resembled a stream of pale-black smoke, billowing and swirling across the sky between them, obscuring the lightning. The densely packed needles gathered into a mass of heavy black light, their snowy, razor-sharp edges glinting like fish scales. A bone-chilling aura swept toward them.
Patriarch "Su Ji" looked at Mo Lilan and asked slowly, "Immortal Emperor Pei, may we begin?"
At last, Pei Ling came back to himself. His scalp prickled as he looked at the [Suiyi Split God Needles] above, writhing like living creatures. Truly... Something seemed to have gone terribly wrong with the Fallen Immortal Will. If he used the system's automatic control now to forcibly summon her back, she might not only refuse to continue discussing the Dao with him—she might even turn against him!
He would have to deal with this last villa master himself!
But this method of discussing the Dao...
The Wushi Villa cultivators really did have expansive imaginations!
Even if he were torturing a prisoner for a confession, he could never have come up with such a torment!
Fortunately, his opponent now mistook his avatar for