“Huh-hhk… huh-hhk…”

In the great hall ringed with white mist, nothing was left but the sound of heavy breathing.

Ke the Thirteenth's Anchor-Stone shot out from the point between Shen Yi's brows and knelt on the ground, both arms propping up its body, its shoulders shaking, as though the whole of it had lost its soul.

It was still sunk in the sight of that one black shirt which had appeared before it after it pushed the skyful of stars aside, and of that palm, fair as jade.

Only one who had truly been through it could understand.

To struggle desperately inside a Heavenly Reckoning Forty-Nine carried to Perfection; to find a thread of life at long last; and then, at the end of that road out, to see the true and great terror.

That sense of despair and helplessness drowned one like a vast tide.

“……” The flesh-winged silkworm stole a glance at this dragon grandson, then swallowed, and felt of a sudden rather glad that its own head did not work very well.

Shen Yi gave Ke the Thirteenth time enough to recover; there were a great many uses he had for it yet, after all.

And a deduction that ran so very long could indeed drive a creature out of its senses easily enough.

He began condensing Demon Origins and remaking the demon soul of that Crimson-Eyed Mysterious Phoenix.

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: 1,663,000 years】

In fact, remaking the Mysterious Phoenix's soul ought to count as a losing bargain.

There was already a Mysterious Phoenix Anchor-Stone in the Dao Palace, after all.

But having seen how far Su Hongxiu had been brought down, Shen Yi could not shake the feeling that a mighty body was a very useful thing. There were so many strange means in this world that there was no saying on what day he too might be unable to bring out his Dao Palace or call on numinous qi, and one more hidden card in reserve was always to the good.

As eleven Demon Origins poured into the demon soul.

That stately and opulent woman…