“Did you sense it too, Jadefall?” the immortal-slaying clone asked. Quite a few people had taken to calling the clone ‘Exalted Immortal-Slayer’ recently.

“Yang Qi’s trapped somewhere,” she replied, her eyes flickering with anxiety, “and he's facing some sort of big tribulation.” [1]

“Yes, he's dealing with a disaster,” the clone said, shaking his head. “Unbeknownst to neither him nor me, cultivating the True-Devil Unspoiled-by-Myriad-Kalpas-and-Tribulations Body and the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth at the same time has led to a big problem. Right now, his will is trapped in his sea of consciousness, and if he continues his cultivation, he’ll end up turning into little more than a statue.” He went on to provide some more details about the situation.

“So what do we do, Exalted Immortal-Slayer?” Jadefall said. “Do you have any ideas at all?”

“He and I started out as exactly the same person. Although I'm an independent entity now, I still...