Immortal will had filled Yang Qi.

The magical laws of an ancient plane turned the bronze door into a meteor that shot down and entered his sea of consciousness to take him over. It was a very dangerous moment, as the slightest mistake on Yang Qi’s part would involve his soul perishing. He would be parasitized, and most likely turned into a slavish disciple of an entity from a higher plane.

Even Ghost Emperor Yama with his vastly higher cultivation base wouldn’t take such a dangerous risk.

Yang Qi was weaker than him by a hundred times over, so the fact that he was doing this was mind-boggling.

‘Good,’ Nie Chaoguang thought. ‘Excellent. He offended the immortal who created the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial. Anyone who could create a song like that is obviously a paragon entity in creation, making us bugs in comparison. And if you mess with beings from high-level planes, aren’t you courting death?’

He was excited, but also trepidatious, so he rose to leave the platform in the hopes of avoiding being hurt by what was to come.

However, even as he leaped into motion, Yang Qi waved his hand, leaving...