Lu Yun’s knees hit the ground; he propped himself up with his hands and gasped for breath. If Shenyu hadn’t suddenly arrived at the last second, the corpse demon would’ve snuffed the last breath out of him. Even though Lu Yun had set foot into nine levels of immortal dao sequence, there’d been nothing he could do.

Well, at least he’d known that he wouldn’t die.

Mo Yi had collected a strand of his soul force the first time he set out for the secondary worlds. She would resurrect him as soon as he died. But as opposed to trusting Mo Yi, he believed in the Dao King even more.

Resurrecting Lu Yun came at the price of Mo Yi’s life. The Dao King would never let her die. Thus, he tossed down a piece of beautiful jade that turned into Shenyu.

Shenyu was never his disciple,...