A High-Stakes Gamble

Old Matriarch of Joyful Union had long since accepted her fate. She said calmly, "If I am not mistaken, you cultivate the Heavenly Devil Skill, don't you?"

"So what if I do?"

"So it is indeed true."

Old Matriarch of Joyful Union smiled.

"Then he will certainly come for you. Even if you are not an Earth Immortal, he will still come. I will wait for you below."

Shen Yi was momentarily speechless, then grinned.

"You said the same thing as that old senior from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect before dying. Then wait together on the road to the Yellow Springs."

Shen Yi brought his palms together like a blade and slashed down.

Old Matriarch of Joyful Union's expression froze.

Her head rolled to the ground with a thud.

Listening to the cultivation years flow into his account, Shen Yi drew a deep breath and sent the remaining three severely wounded Celestials to the Yellow Springs.

Having slain five Celestials, he obtained eight hundred years of cultivation.

Then, with a thought from Shen Yi—

The world's vital energy suddenly churned. Every Joyful Union disciple within Paradise Pavilion felt that energy madly surge into their dantians before abruptly detonating.

Their meridians throughout their bodies shattered, and they died.

Remaining cultivation: 1,232 years

As for the high-level cultivators and disciples from the three sects and four clans who had fallen into blissful desire, they suddenly awoke from their illusions.

Though traces of desire might still linger in their minds, the caster of the spell was already dead. The influence of the brand upon their spirits would gradually fade away, so Shen Yi had no need to take further action.

Yet when they opened their eyes, the first thing they saw was the young, beautiful women with whom they had