【Year 732 — under the intimidation of the Dark-Tail Demon Emperor's presence, the two peerless-grade spiritual roots stay reasonably obedient, but there's simply no getting through to them; no matter how you try to win them over, the pair still refuse the toast only to drink the forfeit. Fortunately, over this long span of time, you've grown thoroughly familiar with the presence of them both.】

Watching the prompt, Shen Yi's heart suddenly skipped.

Don't tell me they've lost their tempers again?

Sure enough, just as he'd expected — under his gaze, the two spiritual roots sank into his body in an instant, dragged into the qi sea by the path infant.

Then a whip condensed from crimson demonic force lashed at the dragon-fish and thunder-eagle without the slightest hesitation.

The two of them still cowered before the Dark-Tail Demon Emperor's presence.

Years of torment had long since left a shadow in their hearts that could not be driven away.

But even so, their resistance was only instinctive — surging thunder-liquid mixed with gentle water, careering wildly through his body, and it was nearly enough to knock the breath clean out of Shen Yi.

He clamped down hard on his own throat, sharp claws sinking straight into the flesh, blood streaming down through the gaps in his fingers, the veins bulging at his brow.

Only thus did he manage to suppress the cry of pain that came bursting up his throat.

Really staking it all, were they?

Shen Yi cursed a couple of times inwardly, and could only force himself to endure it.

He knew the choice made in the derivation was the correct one.

If he kept up the tug-of-war, then by the time the two spiritual roots fully revived and discovered that he was not the Dark-Tail Demon Emperor at all, only a Mixed Origin cultivator with a hollow show of it — at that point it would be a good deal more than mere pain.

The lashing of the demonic-force whip made the two spiritual roots relive the torment they'd once suffered.

They loosed mournful cries.

And at…