Beneath the dome of heaven. 0

As Su Yi flew with all his might, his thoughts raced. 0

The Angler had attacked numerous times thus far, and his wounds were piling on. His skin was torn in numerous places, and his blood flowed continuously.0

None of his wounds were lethal, but the more time passed, the more he exhausted his cultivation base.0

Luo Tiandu was right. The gods have been preparing to kill me for a long, long time, and they’ve made thorough preparations, thought Su Yi.1

There were two main threats. 0

First, the gods had long since predicted that he had the foundations necessary to break into the Great Profound Stage, and they’d taken advance measures. They’d interfered with the opportunities to break through available in the Immortal Realm’s Laws!0

This would make it all but impossible for him to seize the opportunity he needed to break through. 0

Second, Master Gods like the Angler knew his trump cards like the backs of their hands. They knew that he couldn’t display the Sword of the Nine Hells’ full strength before achieving divinity. They even knew that the more he used the Sword of the Nine Hells, the more severely it depleted...0