High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

After a moment, the stone door reopened, and the hunched phantom floated in from outside, its cloudy old eyes sweeping over all the supreme beings present.

Su Jie noticed that His expression changed when He came in.

The kind and benevolent elder's demeanor vanished, as did the hoarse and gentle tone. The disguise of the "spirit" was like an old garment, which He casually shed.

He hovered in the center of space, his turbid old eyes flashing with a light that Su Jie had never seen before—greed, longing, and impatience.

"That's about it." He spoke, his voice no longer hoarse, but sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against glass.

As soon as he finished speaking, something unexpected happened.

Those supreme beings who were originally scattered throughout the space suddenly stiffened.

Their eyes glazed over at the same moment, something churning wildly deep within their pupils. Then, they all turned to look at Su Jie.

All eighty-three pairs of eyes were empty, unfocused, and manipulated.

They stood up like marionettes and surrounded Su Jie, their steps stiff but orderly, like a well-trained army.

Su Jie stood still, not moving. He wanted to see what Yongheng was up to.

The remnant soul of the first tower master hovered behind the eighty-three supreme beings, looking down at Su Jie.

"Su Jie, you don't need to pretend anymore."

His voice was sharp and piercing, carrying an irrepressible sense of triumph.

"After the other supreme beings were corrupted by my soul essence, I could know all their thoughts. Every idea, every fear, every trace of resentment, I could see it all clearly. But with you—"

He paused, a hint of confusion flashing in his cloudy old eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greed.

"I can't see anything. Your sea of ​​consciousness is like a wall, completely blocking my senses. The Void Body of Destiny truly lives up to its name."

He floated forward for a distance, no more than ten feet away from Su Jie.

"Only a little over a hundred years have passed. How high can your cultivation level be? First tier? Second tier? At most, a third-tier Supreme. Can you, alone, defeat these eighty-three Supremes I control?"

He opened his arms as if embracing something.

"I'll give you a chance. If you voluntarily relinquish your body, you can choose one of the supreme beings here and transfer your primordial spirit into it. I mean what I say."

Su Jie did not answer. His gaze swept over the controlled Supremes, eighty-three faces, eighty-three pairs of empty eyes.

Their primordial spirits were still struggling deep within their sea of ​​consciousness, but they were no longer able to regain control of their bodies.

That eternal fragment of soul had deeply merged with their souls, like vines entwining a tree, inseparable ever since.

"What if you don't agree?" Su Jie asked calmly.

The remnant soul laughed instantly, a ferocious, twisted laugh that carried a madness suppressed for two hundred epochs.

"You won't agree? Even after your soul is annihilated, I can still inhabit your body. It'll just take a little more effort. Do you think you have a choice?"

He raised his hand, and the eighty-three controlled supreme beings simultaneously took a step forward.

"Your choice is yours. If you voluntarily give yourself up, I can let you live and become my subordinate. If you refuse, you die, and your body becomes mine. The outcome is the same; the only difference is whether you want to die or not."

The air in the space seemed to freeze.

Su Jie looked at the eighty-three pairs of empty eyes, then at the remnant souls floating behind the crowd, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"You really think you've won?"

The remnant soul's brows furrowed suddenly.

Su Jie raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and the Great Luo Sword Embryo silently unsheathed, hovering above his palm.

The three thousand Dao imprints on the sword simultaneously lit up, and the chaotic sword light exploded in the dim space, like a cold moon rising.

He didn't swing the sword, but simply gripped it and gave it a slight tremor.

An invisible ripple spread from the sword, silently sweeping across the entire space.

Wherever the ripples passed, the eighty-three controlled supreme beings froze simultaneously.

Their bodies, starting from their heads, turned to dust inch by inch, the grayish-white powder drifting in the void like a silent snowfall.

The eighty-three supreme beings vanished into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

Only those fragments of the soul essence belonging to the first tower master that had escaped from their bodies, before they could disperse, were drawn in by the suction force of the Soul Devouring Pearl, flowing into Su Jie's body like rivers flowing into the sea.

Su Jie retracted the Great Luo Sword Embryo, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the remnant soul floating in mid-air.

"Is this the scheme you orchestrated over two hundred epochs?"

His tone was calm, as if he were asking what we were having for dinner.

"It doesn't seem very good."

The remnant soul's pupils contracted violently as it stared intently at Su Jie, its senses working frantically to try and discern Su Jie's true strength.

The remnant soul's voice began to tremble: "You... how can you be so strong? Are you also an Eternal One? No, you haven't ignited the Flame of Eternity yet... could you be a Sixth-Order Supreme?"

Su Jie did not answer, as if he was enjoying His performance, and revealed a mocking smile.

The remnant soul's panic lasted only a moment. Then, as if it had suddenly received some news, a glint of light flashed in its cloudy old eyes.

The light dispelled fear and confusion, replacing them with an almost manic sense of triumph.

"So what if you're a sixth-tier supreme being?"

He opened his arms and his voice suddenly rose.

"Can you beat Eternity?!"

The stone gate suddenly opened with a roar.

A burly figure walked in from outside the door, his steps heavy as a mountain.

Dark gold scales, vertical pupils, dragon horns—it is that eternal dragon.

Above his head floated a tower, its body a dark gold, nine stories high, each layer engraved with dense runes.

The World's Exquisite Tower.

A supreme innate treasure.

But Su Jie noticed that the eternal dragon's eyes were empty, dull, and unfocused, just like the eighty-three supreme beings from before.

The remnant soul of the first tower master floated beside the World Exquisite Tower, reaching out to stroke the tower's body, like a father stroking his child's head.

"Although my soul can no longer bear the power of the Soul Tempering Mirror, I can still withstand the World Exquisite Tower."

He turned to look at the eternal dragon, his turbid old eyes filled with smugness.

"I've already used the World Exquisite Pagoda to refine him into my puppet. I possess the ten thousand constant power boost from a peak innate treasure. How do you want to die?"

He raised his hand and pointed at Su Jie, "Go and kill that Su Jie."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon immortal moved, his vertical pupils locking onto Su Jie, and his aura suddenly erupted.

It also unleashed a top-grade innate treasure, which, combined with its own original strength of 100 constant power, made it like a moving mountain, crushing towards Su Jie.