Of course, if An Yi couldn’t hold on and her Divine Soul shattered, then it truly would have become a case of "sacrificing the major for the minor."
An Yi stared blankly at the Gold Bracelet on her wrist, remembering that her master had planned to give the bracelet to that incredibly beautiful girl. She never expected that she would end up receiving it herself.
She bit her lip, suddenly feeling that the pain might not be completely unbearable, and whispered softly, "Thank you, my lord, for your grace."
Shen Yi straightened his body and looked down at the Little Tiger Demon kneeling in front of him, his gaze landing on her forehead.
There, a black and white light was slowly emerging.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the light finally detached from An Yi’s body, hung in the air, and formed into a dove egg-sized sphere.
Shen Yi took a deep breath and gently touched the sphere with his palm.
In an instant, a vast aura poured into his body, which was formed from congregating dark mists, and merged with his Divine Soul.
Shen Yi closed his eyes, absorbing the black and white light sphere.
After a moment, he murmured to himself, "Supreme Netherworld."
Observing life and death, controlling yin and yang, engaging in reincarnation.
The yellow springs are hard to cross, how lamentable to cut off connections.
Open the Netherworld Mansion, preside over the nine abysses!
Ordinary Divine Skills are derived from Daoist Techniques, but this Supreme Netherworld obviously evolved from the Yin Yang Badge.
The effects were also extremely similar, all related to Divine Soul spells.
The specific usage might still need further contemplation.
In an instant, the long figure formed from black mist swiftly dissipated within the Nanyang Treasure Land.
An Yi quietly rose from the ground, stroking her Gold Bracelet, returned to her previous spot, and transformed back into a Town Stone.
"What are you looking at?" Ke Shisan glanced at Yu Lan and noticed a hint of envy in the eyes of this South Hall Master.
"You don’t think you deserve the same treatment, do you?" he asked, finding it quite amusing, and couldn’t help but taunt.
"Why not? My lord is most just," Yu Lan retorted, feeling somewhat indignant.
"Fair is fair, but has this little one ever killed anyone? Have you?" Ke Shisan, having been with Shen Yi for so long, of course knew why An Yi received such favorable treatment.
"You—" Yu Lan, choked by the remark, rolled her eyes, decided not to argue further, and simply closed her eyes to transform into a Town Stone.
While the two Hall Masters bickered.
Meanwhile, situated in the Azure Sky, Shen Yi opened his eyes.
He maintained a cross-legged sitting posture, and behind him, a majestic and eerie Netherworld Mansion slowly revealed itself, appearing to possess a soul-capturing force that made it hard to look directly at.
Divine Skill completed!
Shen Yi keenly felt the changes in the aura around him, and after a while, confirmed that he had truly stepped into the Heaven Realm level.
Although with the help of Shenyue Zhenqingtian, he had prematurely experienced the strength that Heaven Realm should possess, he still couldn’t suppress the joy in his heart.
His previous conjecture was personally confirmed.
As long as this path was viable, he could continue down it.
Shen Yi withdrew his Divine Skill, about to withdraw the concealment of the Azure Sky and head to Xuan Yue City, but his gaze then fell on the body of water.
A dragon’s roar filled with murderous intent resounded from below, sweeping towards the entire Southern Hong.
Deng Xiangjun, holding the Dao Plate and waiting near Xuan Yue City, also heard the dragon’s roar.
As he felt the strong demonic power contained within, his initial shock and delight rapidly faded, and he became much more composed.
He had almost been blinded by Sect Master Shen’s terrifying improvement, forgetting the existence of that old dragon.
Killing the Cold Mountain Ancestor might resolve the current crisis in Southern Hong, but it actually wouldn’t harm the core strength of the Southern Dragon Palace, merely returning the situation back to its starting point.
With the presence of Sect Master Shen, the South Hong Seven Sons would surely win, but not yet.
After the last banquet, Ye Jiu had proven himself capable of holding his own against the South Dragon King without the influence of the Dragon Cave.
But being able to contend did not mean he could kill the old dragon, and Ye Jiu alone was not enough to accomplish the latter.
Now, the South Dragon King was clearly in a complete rage, possibly about to do something impulsive.
Their group needed to devise a strategy to minimize losses and needed to go back to the sect to discuss it thoroughly.
"Sect Master Shen, shall we go back and sit down with them to talk?"
As soon as the dragon’s roar subsided, Deng Xiangjun saw Shen Yi’s figure and noticed that he was also deep in thought. Seeing this, he was not only not worried but slightly pleased.
This showed that Sect Master Shen was still quite rational and hadn’t let his leap in power make him arrogant and complacent.
Southern Hong Seven Sons already had one Ye Jiu, who was sharp, reckless, and hardly considered the consequences; rather than having a second similar existence, what they needed was a cool and calm leader holding the Heavenly Sword, steadily leading the Seven Sons forward.
Like Senior Brother Qin once did.
Hearing this, Shen Yi was silent for a moment, then put aside his thoughts and nodded in agreement.
That dragon’s roar served as a reminder for him to seriously consider how to lure out and slaughter the old dragon.
For this kind of task, perhaps the senior members of the Alliance Sect had more experience, indeed warranting a good discussion.
It was just that now was not yet the right time.
Seeing the South Dragon King at the last banquet, under those circumstances, not being as enraged as he was now when emitting a长吟, his guess was confirmed.