Whether it was that female corpse or that Female Yama, both now lay collapsed over there.
If they did not possess the ability to be reborn through dripping blood, they were certainly beyond saving.
The tiny Fairy in the Bottle wore a shocked expression and said, "This—ah, this..."
The Undying Fairy and the Yama who controlled life and death were both dead!
Throughout history, people had continually climbed this peak and encountered the Undying Fairy—in other words, this Female Yama.
Every one of them had been an outstanding figure among men, someone who stood high above the clouds in countless people's eyes. They had come here perhaps because of the legends of seeking the Dao and eternal life, or perhaps simply because there was little left to amuse them in the Nine Provinces. They had come to challenge themselves and seek excitement.
Yet all of them had fallen here, unable to stand against this Female Yama.
Or rather, no matter how much of a dragon or phoenix among men they were, no matter how they looked down upon the masses, most had never even seen the Female Yama's true face.
Too many had died early on, never knowing that the Undying Fairy and Yama Riding a Corpse were one and the same person.
Only when an occasional supreme expert of the human world appeared could they glimpse the secret of the Undying Fairy and Yama Riding a Corpse. But before long, they would die unnatural deaths.
Fairy in the Bottle had assumed this time would be similar.
To force the Female Yama to this extent was something she had never seen in her life. In the end...
The Yama who said, "When Yama orders you to die at the third watch, how could you live until the fifth?" had died.