Once he had made up his mind, the youth knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times toward his parents in the distance. Then he rose and strode toward the rift cliff.
The Soul Law Spirit was utterly frantic now, madly driving its soul intent to manifest all sorts of people from the youth's memories.
"Stop! As long as you stop, you can live!"
"Didn't you want to live? If you keep going forward like this, what meaning would our deaths have had?"
"Pillar, calm down. Don't be beguiled by those Immortal Masters' words!"
"You child, why are you so stubborn? Stop already!"
"I told you to stop! Are your ears deaf!?"
As the youth approached the rift, the Soul Law Spirit completely lost its reason and roared furiously.
"I know what you are. You're the evil spirit those Immortal Masters spoke of."
The youth gripped the torch tightly, and a cold smile appeared on his somewhat gaunt face. "Are you afraid? So even an exalted existence like you feels fear—fear of an ordinary mortal like me?"
"Ridiculous! Absurd!"
The Soul Law Spirit roared in fury. "Afraid of you? How could I possibly fear you? You mere mortal ant—on any ordinary day, with but a thought, a puff of breath, I could make you vanish into ashes!"
"Mm, I understand. What you mean is that now, you have absolutely no way to deal with me."
The smile on the youth's face deepened, and his steps seemed to grow lighter. A few breaths later, he arrived at the edge of the rift cliff.
Below lay a bottomless abyss. On the other side of the rift stood Yang Lingrui, frozen in place by withered vines.
He measured the distance across the rift with his eyes. It was a little too far. With