The skeleton cried, "I know who you are now! You're the reincarnation of Thousand Illusions True Lord! Stop at once, or I'll spread this news. No matter how many tricks you have up your sleeve, you won't escape death!"
Yan Chihuo's heart jolted. At last, someone had recognized this identity of his. It seemed that no matter what, these two had to die. Thousand Illusions True Lord's enemies had wielded truly enormous power in those days; if this news leaked out, the trouble it would bring would be enough to give anyone a splitting headache.
The skeleton seemed to know what Yan Chihuo was thinking and shouted again, "If you spare my life, I'll swear a poisonous oath never to reveal this matter! But if you insist on killing me, then even if my soul scatters and my spirit disperses, I'll still send this news out!"
Yan Chihuo sneered inwardly. He did not believe a word of it. If it had been another cultivator, he might have given it some consideration. The other party could perhaps possess a clone technique, with some secret art allowing messages to pass between the original body and its clone; perhaps they might even have a soul-splitting art capable of learning what happened here.
But the Third Palace Mistress of the Nether Palace had attained the Dao as a skeleton of white bones. Unlike cultivators, her fleshly body had been cultivated later and still differed from a true cultivator's physical body. It was impossible for her to cultivate a clone technique, and soul-splitting arts were even less feasible. She possessed no soul to begin with; her spirituality had arisen from white bones. Before reaching the Ascension Stage, dividing that spirituality would cause it to dissipate. Even with a secret art, the risk would be immense.