Jin Zhixing understood that this was the Inner Layer. Once the Profound Court discovered his whereabouts, he would basically be on a road to certain death. Without thorough preparations, there was no possibility of turning the tables.
The only path open to him now was surrender. But this was not a spur-of-the-moment decision; it had also been the escape route he had planned beforehand. He was no fool—why would he truly come running here to deliver himself to death?
He had long since calculated it all in his heart. If everything went smoothly, there was nothing to say. But if he were intercepted by a Celestial Xia Profound Venerable, he would claim that he had deliberately come to pledge allegiance to Celestial Xia.
Celestial Xia was clearly the stronger side now. Upper Firmament Heaven and Nether City were faintly showing signs of being unable to hold on. Why should he sink together with Nether City's broken ship? Would it not be better to jump aboard while Celestial Xia was still willing to take him in?
Yet he was being pursued at present and did not know the other party's identity, so he did not dare abandon resistance. He feared the other party might kill him first for battle merit. He had to find an opportunity to make his stance clear to Zhang Yu, the Profound Court's Guardian of Rectitude.
At that moment, as the eyes on his Visualization Diagram flashed, he immediately caught a trace of Bi Ming's weakness. Of course, every cultivator had weaknesses in battle; it merely depended on whether one could seize them. And this was precisely a weakness he could grasp at this moment.
At a command from his mind, a mass of mist instantly swayed forth on his Visualization Diagram. This mist contained sound, color,