"Fellow Daoist, any conditions can be discussed..."
With nowhere left to retreat, Zhao Zizhen spoke with a hint of pleading. As the Zhao Family's ancestor, how could he die here?
The Lord of the Nether Sea had no intention of speaking with him.
When the last flicker of fire beneath Zhao Zizhen's feet vanished, a suffocating sensation swept over him.
The Lord of the Nether Sea simply watched Zhao Zizhen struggle endlessly in the water. So long as he could not break the rules formed from his Great Dao, all that awaited him was drowning.
His will to survive drove Zhao Zizhen to keep trying to swim upward and escape this sea.
But the world around him was entirely sea. How could he escape?
Under the other party's laws, he was nothing more than an ordinary drowning man.
After Zhao Zizhen stopped struggling, a streak of light flew from his mouth in an attempt to flee. It was Zhao Zizhen's divine soul.
The remnant soul had not flown even a hundred meters before the Lord of the Nether Sea grabbed it, tossed it into his mouth, swallowed it, and let out a satisfied burp.
After all, he was not a proper human cultivator.
To him, the divine soul of a Mahayana cultivator was an incomparably potent tonic.
"Ah, congratulations, Senior. Having obtained such a great tonic, your cultivation will surely rise to another level in the future. A mere Tribulation Transcendence stage will be beneath your notice. The gates of the Immortal Realm stand open for you at any time, awaiting your arrival in the loyal Immortal Realm."
"Of course, Senior needn't feel grateful to me. I merely did some insignificant work."
Tang Yu emerged and began applauding in congratulations for the Lord of the Nether Sea.
The Lord of