168: Chapter 168 What do I have to fear? Only death!

She could not hold on any longer.

That move, the "Soul-Shocking Curse," had exhausted her mental energy, and now forcibly awakening the Great Ancestor's heroic spirit was nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst.

Li Yingzhen's internal Qi was completely exhausted, her internal organs felt as if they were being burned by fire, and her entire Divine Soul was trembling.

"Damn it, that was a satisfying kill."

"But I also went too far."

When the phantom of the Great Yin Great Ancestor dissipated, losing her support, Li Yingzhen fell like a free-falling object, slamming heavily onto the ground.

"Huff, huff~"

Li Yingzhen lay on the ground; with her Physical Body at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, falling from the sky only managed to smash a large crater into the ground.

At this moment, she was panting heavily; both her body and mind had been exhausted to their limits.

Just when Li Yingzhen thought she had escaped a calamity, a black-faced, burly man standing three meters tall with bull horns walked out from the Void Realm.

"It seems I have arrived just in time!"

He glanced in the direction where those Mahayana Spirit Clan members had fled and cursed, "They are all trash!"

"Greetings, Fourth Prince!"

"I am Mou Wuwang, Clan Chief of the Long-Horned Bull Clan."

Having followed the Saintess these past few days, Mou Wuwang's manners had improved.

"Hmph!"

Li Yingzhen snorted coldly.

"Hmm?"

Mou Wuwang had originally only glanced at Li Yingzhen casually,

but just that one look made him feel something was wrong.

"Could my eyes be deceiving me?"

"Pupil of Mountain Suppression: Gaze Like a Mountain!"

Mou Wuwang's eyes turned a deep, inky black, like two abysses leading to the center of the earth.

He stared at Li Yingzhen, releasing an incomparably heavy "momentum" and "pressure," as if a ten-thousand-foot-tall mountain were pressing directly onto Li Yingzhen's heart.

Li Yingzhen, already exhausted of all Qi, found her heart rate accelerating and her breathing difficult under Mou Wuwang's glare.

"Damn it~"

"What is this?"

"I am a dignified Cultivator at the Tribulation Crossing Stage; am I going to be glared to death?"

Just as Li Yingzhen thought she was truly going to die, Mou Wuwang finally retracted his Spell.

"I certainly did not see wrong."

"Light of the Immortal Spirit!"

"You actually have the Light of the Immortal Spirit on you."

"That scoundrel Zhao Yi, he really tampered with the immortal fate."

"Truly impressive; he even managed to deceive the Saintess of the Human Immortal Realm."

"Heh heh~"

"Blame it on your own bad luck. If not for your exhausted Qi, mental fatigue, and disoriented Divine Soul, who would have been able to discover the Light of the Immortal Spirit on you?"

"This is fate, I suppose."

"It is your fate, and it is also my fate, Old Bull."

"It's just that you have a bad fate, and I have a good one."

Mou Wuwang grabbed Li Yingzhen and hauled her up,

"Yo, you've got some nerve, and this is your real body!"

"I thought it would take a bit of effort, but now it's saved me some trouble."

At nearly three meters tall, Mou Wuwang carried Li Yingzhen as if she were a little chick.

The former Great Yin Immortal Capital was now the Myriad Spirit City.

Li Yingzhen had not expected that she would return here again as a captive.

At this moment, although the main buildings of Myriad Spirit City had not changed, it no longer possessed the solemn and dignified aura of the Immortal Dynasty.

Demonic Qi drifted through the sky, and human bones were visible everywhere in the city, emitting waves of foul stench.

Li Yingzhen closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of the tragic situation in the city.

After a while, Mou Wuwang stopped.

Li Yingzhen had thought she would be taken to the Black Tortoise Palace, but she did not expect it to be an unfamiliar place.

All around were piles of white bones. One could tell at a glance that these bones belonged to the Human Race, and the luster of the bones indicated that they were all Human Race Cultivators.

"How is it?"

"Are you afraid?"

"It's right to be afraid."

"Don't be nervous; before long, you will be just like them."

"No, there is a slight difference."

"Because I will keep your bones as a collection."

"Fourth Prince, you are a Cultivator at the Tribulation Crossing Stage; I imagine your bones will also be extraordinary."

Li Yingzhen's entire body had long been sealed by Mou Wuwang, and even her hands and feet were tightly bound with bull tendons.

Let alone escaping, even moving a little was difficult. Fortunately, she was a Cultivator at the Tribulation Crossing Stage; otherwise, with this kind of treatment, an ordinary Cultivator would have died long ago.

"Afraid?"

"What do I have to fear? Only death!"

"Yo, you've got a tough mouth."

Mou Wuwang was already setting up the pot and boiling water,

"I hope your mouth can stay this tough."

"See this fire?"

"dao-shattering golden flame!"

"See this pot?"

"..."

"...Never mind the pot."

"See this water?"

Mou Wuwang opened the lid of the pot, which contained clear water.

"This is called immortal-shattering cold boiling water."

"Once boiled, it can cook even a Human Immortal."

"Sigh! For the sake of immortal fate, I've even brought out my nest egg."

Li Yingzhen...

Whatever fire, whatever water—she didn't care. That pot really broke her composure.

Because the pot was big enough—big enough to cook her exactly, the kind where you put the whole person in to boil.

"If you want to kill me or mince me, can you just give me a quick end?"

Who knew Mou Wuwang wouldn't be flustered at all,

"Don't be in such a rush. Rest assured, I have plenty of experience. I will definitely take good care of you, guaranteed to cook you evenly and make the bones flavorful."

Li Yingzhen...

He was really treating her as a dish.

Fine, in fact, she was currently a dish.

...

Hundred Deaths Tribulation Realm.

Zhao Yi no longer knew how many times he had died.

"Approximate, how did I die in the last tribulation?"

Approximate curled up in Zhao Yi's brow, his voice also full of exhaustion.

"The Heat Death Tribulation; you died of heat."

"When the Heavenly Dao's Heat Death arrived, Master, you died from your own lack of temperature."

Zhao Yi...

What does it mean to die from a lack of temperature?

But it didn't matter anymore. He had died so many times, in all sorts of bizarre ways, that he was already unfazed.

"Ahhh~"

Approximate suddenly screamed,

"The Heat Death Tribulation?!"

"Master~"

He flew out from Zhao Yi's brow, transforming into a golden, glittering Dragon, circling around Zhao Yi, completely changing from his previous listlessness.

"Damn it!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Did you die until you became muddled? Or did you short-circuit?"

"Sigh!"

"I'm sorry for letting you down. A perfectly fine Spell has been driven crazy."

Zhao Yi looked at the gray Hundred Deaths Tribulation Realm. If the Heavenly Dao were here, he would definitely go up and slap it twice,

"Damn it, isn't it just digging for a Spirit Stone? To not give me any way to live at all, and to want to kill me so desperately..."

"And you,"

"Stop circling. With that energy, you might as well rest; the next death tribulation is coming soon."

Approximate was extremely excited,

stammering, "The Hundred Deaths Tribulation Realm, the ninety-ninth tribulation is the Heat Death Tribulation."

"Master, we have reached the end."

"What?"

"Reached the end?"

"Good, good, good!"

"It's good that we've reached the end."

Zhao Yi was truly numb. In the Hundred Deaths Tribulation Realm, he was either dead or on the way to dying; even a Human Immortal Realm expert couldn't quite handle it,

now, he had finally reached the very end.

"What is the final tribulation?"

Hearing Zhao Yi ask this, Approximate instantly quieted down.

"The final tribulation?"

Before Approximate could answer, a mysterious fluctuation arrived; the death tribulation had already descended.

A cold voice said,

"The Paradox Tribulation: Die for the reason of why you die."

"What the hell is that?"

Zhao Yi recognized the characters, but when combined together, Zhao Yi could not understand them.

"The Paradox Tribulation? Die for the reason of why you die?"

Zhao Yi muttered to himself, his brows knitted together, as if entangled by invisible threads.

There was no wind in the gray Tribulation Realm, yet he felt a bone-chilling coldness that did not come from the outside world, but seeped out from the bottom of his heart.