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The little girl sat inside the pagoda, her gaze as if piercing through space. Every move of Li Xiaoyao in the secret chamber was clearly presented before her eyes.

Watching Li Xiaoyao, who seemed to have gone mad, continually pounding the stone wall with his fists, every inch of muscle on his body trembled with each strike.

The little girl's delicate brows furrowed slightly as she looked toward Li Xiaoyao's chest, where a misty cluster of spiritual energy flickered in and out of view, as if something was being suppressed.

"Eh, has his body been sealed?"

"Roar!"

"Bang!"

Another punch smashed down fiercely, and the seal in front of his chest finally broke, releasing a vast ocean of invisible energy in an instant, engulfing Li Xiaoyao completely.

Li Xiaoyao sat on the ground, limp and powerless, exhaling a long breath of foul air, allowing the energy to strengthen his body.

With energy limited, Li Xiaoyao could clearly feel that only a few scattered points of his sealed talent had been released, with much more still tightly sealed.

But even this little bit of energy was enough.

"My martial body should have reached the fifth rank, or even higher," Li Xiaoyao clenched his fist, feeling the seemingly inexhaustible power inside him, and cracked a smile.

Fifty days' time, to cultivate his martial body to the fifth rank, Li Xiaoyao was very satisfied with this speed.

"Rumble!"

The smile had yet to fade from Li Xiaoyao's face when the ground beneath him shook violently. Once the shaking had ceased, he suddenly discovered a one-meter-square passage on the ground before him.

"What's this?" Li Xiaoyao approached, eying the passage warily for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and said, "Having broken through to the fifth rank of the martial body, I should be able to get out now. This must be the exit."

Fifty days, although not long, was not short either.

The most important thing was, Li Xiaoyao didn't know if Ling Tian was also trapped here like him. If so, there was nothing to worry about. But if Ling Tian had gotten out, his friends and family would surely face his vengeance.

Li Xiaoyao could hardly bear to think of such consequences.

Li Xiaoyao looked down at the dark entrance at his feet, steeled his heart, and jumped down.

The moment he jumped, Li Xiaoyao's consciousness blurred as if he were in a state between sleep and wakefulness, his senses completely peeled away, unable to feel the passage of time.

It was as if a year had passed, yet it seemed only a second.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself standing firm on the ground, with a void behind him and a nine-story pagoda before him.

The gray space was filled with a mist-like substance everywhere, and even with Li Xiaoyao's cultivation level, he could only see three or four meters in front of him.

The excessive quiet and the cool-toned atmosphere gave the space a somewhat eerie feeling.

Li Xiaoyao considered himself brave, but this place unsettled him.

"Creak!"

The door to the first level of the pagoda suddenly opened without warning.

Li Xiaoyao hesitated, but this hesitation lasted only two seconds, and he immediately walked toward the pagoda.

All his actions must have been seen by some powerful being. Since they had not killed him, it meant that in their eyes, he was still of some use.

With that in mind, rather than cowering, it was better to go in and find out the truth.

Li Xiaoyao did not believe that the reason he was made to cultivate his martial body was simply to make his flesh more firm and flavorful for when he was eaten.

After entering the pagoda, Li Xiaoyao felt a sudden heaviness come over him, as if an invisible force was exerting itself upon his body.

This force was even more powerful than the tenfold gravity of the Human Realm.

Straining his gaze on the first floor of the pagoda, he immediately noticed the coffin at the very center, which seemed to possess a mysterious power that drew his eyes to it.

"You are called Li Xiaoyao?"

A crisp, ethereal voice resonated within Li Xiaoyao's mind.

Li Xiaoyao turned to look and only then did he realize that there was another person inside the pagoda.

She was a girl, about eight or nine years old, petite and exquisite, yet her ample bosom was astonishing. Even the wide silk robe couldn't hide her voluptuous figure.

"How do you know that?" Li Xiaoyao was surprised. How could this girl know his name?

The little girl smiled, a clear, somewhat contemptuous smile, and said, "In my presence, you have no secrets."

His mouth twitching, Li Xiaoyao asked, "What is this place?"

"Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda."

"Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda?" Li Xiaoyao said he had never heard of it, then asked again, "Who are you? Why are you here? Are you trapped here too? If so, we're in the same boat."

The little girl looked at him with an odd expression and said, "Are you sick?"

"What?" Li Xiaoyao said awkwardly, "Why do you ask that?"

The little girl huffed and pointed to the coffin in front of her, "Kneel down."

"Kneel down?" Li Xiaoyao asked in surprise, "Who is in this coffin? Why do you want me to kneel?"

"The martial body cultivation technique you are practicing was passed down to you by the master," the girl said. "My name is Yi Yi, I am the seventh disciple of the master. From today on, you will be the master's ninth disciple, and the closed-door disciple."

"Master? You mean the... predecessor in this coffin?" The imposing gaze of Yi Yi quickly made Li Xiaoyao respectfully refer to them as predecessor.

"Hmph!" Yi Yi moved gracefully to the front of the coffin, stood on tiptoes to glance inside, and a trace of sorrow washed over her face.

Li Xiaoyao stood aside, unsure whether to move or stay still. Seeing Yi Yi's sorrowful face, he wanted to comfort her, but it seemed too abrupt since they had just met.

Yi Yi wiped the corner of her eyes, reining in her emotions, then turned around and said to Li Xiaoyao, "Come here, kneel down."

Li Xiaoyao realized that Yi Yi was asking him to pay respects to his new master.

The person in the coffin must be the originator of this secret realm, and their cultivation level was surely not weak, evident from the martial body cultivation technique.

But no matter how powerful, they were still dead.

Was he expected to take a dead person as his master?

It seemed like Yi Yi read his thoughts as a hint of annoyance crept onto her delicate, fair cheeks, and she scolded, "You fool!"

"Back in the days, when our master was alive, countless gods, demons, and spirits sought to become disciples, yet they were not accepted. Now you have this opportunity and you still don't cherish it?"

Li Xiaoyao stared at the coffin, taken aback. The Emperor of Humanity? That title was quite imposing.

But no matter how imposing, the predecessor was now merely a corpse. Was he supposed to devoutly recite scriptures for a dead body every day after becoming a disciple?

Yet, on second thought, he was practicing the martial body cultivation technique after all, the most formidable technique he had ever encountered. And since he had only reached the fifth rank, if he could fully master it, his strength would significantly increase.

With this in mind, Li Xiaoyao felt that paying respects as a disciple was acceptable, if only to thank the predecessor for the martial body cultivation technique.