Chi Qi's chest was pierced through by the tentacles, his life force ebbing away like the tide.
His body hung limply like a rag.
Yet he did not simply surrender. His soul immediately sank toward his dantian, intending to control his Nascent Soul with his soul and make one final stand.
However, an irresistible and terrifying force of suction suddenly descended, dragging his soul toward the tentacles.
Before this power, Chi Qi felt an unprecedented helplessness and could only let it do as it pleased.
When the suction vanished, Chi Qi was horrified to discover that he had somehow arrived within a sea of consciousness.
There was no need to think about it. This had to be the sea of consciousness of the person who had killed him.
Above the sea of consciousness hung a boundless black hole, like the gaping maw of an abyss capable of devouring all things beneath heaven and earth.
The black hole radiated the vast pressure of an endless night sky, deep and cold, as though even time and space had frozen solid, leaving him unable to move in the slightest.
Just as Chi Qi stared at the black hole in despair, Song Wen's figure slowly materialized.
"F-Fellow Daoist, spare my life. Whatever you want me to do, I am willing. I only beg that you allow me to possess another body and be reborn," Chi Qi hurriedly said.
Since the other party had not immediately erased his soul, he knew perfectly well that he was likely still of some use.
"Chi Qi, stop indulging in wild fantasies. I cannot possibly spare you. Answer my questions truthfully, and I will give you a quick death," Song Wen said.
Still unwilling to die, Chi Qi continued pleading.
"What happened back then, the true culprit was that