A moment later.
Within the formation, a manifestation of Zhou Yi appeared, looking down at Heavenly Monarch Yuan Ling, and said, "Your actions are no different from a Demon Head. Is there anything worth discussing?"
"If I hadn't done so, Unity Sect would lose its inheritance. Even in death, I would have no face to meet my ancestors!"
Yuan Ling asked, "You look unfamiliar. I wonder what grudges lie between us that you pursue this to your death?"
Zhou Yi shook his head, "There's no great enmity, merely enforcing the will of Heaven!"
Yuan Ling raised an eyebrow, "What Heaven's will? If Heaven truly exists, it wouldn't act so cowardly as you, only manifesting a formation avatar?"
"Cough cough—that's caution!"
Zhou Yi asked, "How much lifespan do you have left?"
"Short, maybe one or two hundred years; long, perhaps three or four hundred."
