I Shall Refine The Heavens

The man who had tried to catch Mao Shun clicked his tongue in frustration. "If you'd rather kill yourself by jumping into the Death Plains, so be it. I'll take your protector's head as proof of your death." 

Though the man could fly using his weapon and chase after Mao Shun, he wasn't foolish enough to do so. This was the Death Plains, after all—a place so dangerous that even someone at the Return to Void realm wouldn't dare venture into it lightly. 

To him, Mao Shun, a mere mortal, jumping into the Death Plains was no different from committing suicide. 

As the man left, Mao Shun continued to fall toward the plains. Along the rocky cliff face, there were a few tree branches sticking out. 

Desperately, he tried to grab onto one, but he wasn't strong enough to hold on. Still, each time he managed to catch a branch, even briefly, it slowed his fall. 

Bang!