"Ha ha, trash! Shanyinzi, you and your master are both trash!"
Amidst the mad laughter, the tall Taoist dragged a huge iron ball two meters in diameter and directly jumped into the Abyss.
Even though he, Pure Yang, had completely lost his Extreme Origin, with his well-tempered Treasure Body, the mere hundred and some meters hardly posed a challenge to him.
With a loud clang, the gate of the Abyss Prison slammed shut.
Drip, drip.
Three days later, the Taoist slowly opened his eyes,
Inside the dark, sunless Abyss Dungeon, a white-browed, purple-robed Taoist slowly appeared.
"Pure Yang, tell your master, why did you secretly practice Demon Skill?" The white-browed, purple-robed Taoist showed a flicker of heartache in his eyes.