[Your Majesty, You Wouldn't Want...]

The Immortal Taoist transformed into a Yin Crow, trying to fly out of Saint Cliff and pursue freedom of his own.

Even if only a wisp of his divine consciousness escaped, with his experience as a Supreme Being, he could still stir up wind and waves in the outside world.

This opportunity would never come again. The Immortal Taoist's Primordial Spirit collided with the flesh of the Great Accomplished Saint Physique, and a mighty aura spread. The clash between two Supreme Beings caused even the Wu Shi Emperor Formation to suffer an infinitesimal deviation.

Cunning as a ghost, the Immortal Taoist acted with utter decisiveness. He seized this chance that came once in countless ages, sacrificing the rook to save the king—abandoning his flesh and Primordial Spirit so that a lesser incarnation could escape.

But how could the Investiture of the Gods List let him have his way? When Great Emperor Wu Shi had suppressed the Immortal Taoist all those years ago, the faith divine self body had supposedly been deathless and indestructible. Yet for a Heavenly Emperor, killing him would have taken, at most, a little extra effort.

Nothing in this world was truly undying. People died when they were killed. If killing him once wasn't enough, then kill him a few more times. Once the Immortal Taoist's essence was exhausted, he would naturally fall into extinction.

Yet Great Emperor Wu Shi had spared the Immortal Taoist, suppressing him beneath Saint Cliff and letting him eke out a miserable existence. This was no act of kindness or compassion; he had a much greater scheme in mind.

Opening the Immortal Ascension Road required the blood sacrifice of an Imperial Dao expert, and the Immortal Taoist was that offering.

It was just like raising a pig: feed it well every day,