“What, boy. Afraid now? Did I hit the mark?” The Wretch God Apostle roared with laughter. “If you insist on being stubborn, then fine, I’ll just keep attacking you, forcing your cultivation base to advance. After a certain point, your nascent divinity will be completely sealed and you’ll turn mindless. Your fleshly body will truly remain unspoiled by countless tribulations and kalpas, until the entire world ends.”

“I'm actually not worried,” Yang Qi said. “I’ll just consider this another tribulation to deal with. You see, the True-Devil Unspoiled-by-Myriad-Kalpas-and-Tribulations Body is all about surpassing tribulations. If I rely on the Mahātmā Jade, I’ll develop a dependency-devil. I’d rather break through all restrictions by relying on myself.”

“You talk big,” the Wretch God Apostle said. “Call it a tribulation if you want, that doesn’t mean you can pass it. You're just like those fancy monks who sound logical with all their prattling,...