The moment Emperor Zhetian stepped into that circle, he felt something wrong with his body.
Although that wrongness lasted only an instant, it had already stirred towering waves in Emperor Zhetian's heart.
He knew his own body.
For all these years—no, for all these lifetimes—it had obeyed only the commands of his soul body. Never once had it experienced such a fluctuation.
This truly was the first time.
Brief as that instant was, it still left Emperor Zhetian distracted.
But once that instant passed, Emperor Zhetian's expression returned to normal.
Perhaps I've used the power of my soul body too often lately, weakening my soul's power and causing a rift between it and this fleshly body?
It seems I must resolve this matter with Yang Qing quickly.
After all, Yang Qing's body was the one he had found in this world that was most compatible with his soul body.
If he possessed Yang Qing, his soul body would surely never suffer such a rift with its fleshly vessel.
At that thought, Emperor Zhetian's gaze burned as he looked at Yang Qing.
The longer he looked, the more pleased he became.
By then, Yang Qing had slowly walked in front of Bu Er, Jiang Zhizhou, and the others, his gaze calm.
"Sacred Emperor, I know you've always been unusually obsessed with this mortal body of mine. Now I'm standing right here. If you want it, come and take it."
Emperor Zhetian looked at him, then suddenly laughed. "You've come around so quickly? You should have come around long ago, shouldn't you? None of you will leave this place alive today anyway."
"Rather than suffer all that pain, you might as well accept it obediently."
"You won't escape death either way, but at least you won't have to suffer."
Emperor Zhetian threw