Heartless Immortal Body!

"Why? How?" It happened too fast—so fast that Shangqing didn't have time to react. Didn't have time to adapt. And by the time the Zealous Venerable had processed the demented scene occurring before him, Daode…had fallen. 

Without hesitation, Shangqing activated his Karmic Dissociation and turned heels—bolting into the distance. It wasn't that he didn't want to rescue his fallen brother—but Daode's words lingered in his mind.

"We're fucked." Not "I" but "We." At the very least, that "we" involved both Daode and Shangqing. At worst…even Shiyuan was about to face a calamity. 

Unbeknown to Shangqing, the moment that he fled the scene, a pool of black tar formed underneath Daode, dragging him towards an unknown location. But Shangqing had no opportunity to make a proper run.