“Get in there!”
Two guards brought Yi Yun to a chamber in the Chu royal residence and pushed him into it, they then locked Yi Yun’s limbs with chains.
Yi Yun fell down to the ice-cold ground and laid down on his back. Every breath coming from him released cold vapor, causing the water in the air to condense.
The chamber’s doors and windows were all made of a special metal, engraved with arrays in them. Even if a human lord were to be locked in here, he would not have the ability to break out.
Furthermore, there were Chu royal residence guards patrolling outside the door. And further away, there were the legendary figures of the Shen Tu family clan. Attempting to escape only amounted to wishful thinking.
Though, regardless of this, he had still survived. However… he was only able to live for the time being. The reason was because of Shen Tu Nantian’s obsession with Jiang Xiaorou’s blood.
If Shen Tu Nantian did not hate the Desolate race to such an extreme or wished for a chance to capture Jiang Xiaorou, Yi Yun would have already lost his value, leaving him as a corpse.
Yi Yun found this hard to accept. He did not want his survival to be established on so many what-ifs.
Today had been the closest he had ever come to dying. It was also the moment when he nearly lost the most important person in his life.
In comparison, Lian Chengyu’s plots against him in the Cloud Wilderness as well as being hunted by the Golden Crow species in the Fallen Star Gate were much smaller in magnitude.
Death…Yi Yun did not know what it was like. Under the ground it was cold and dark, with a sense of endless loneliness. Bodies rot there, eventually turning into nothingness…
Yi Yun was a modern person in his previous life. He was not like the warriors of this world. He would not easily risk his own life for a particular matter.
Yi Yun cherished his life. As long as his bottom line was not crossed, Yi Yun will try his very best to live on.
If he could live through this disaster… Then, he never ever wanted his life to be in the hands of someone else, never ever should someone else decide his life.
He would not allow anyone to do so, no matter who it was!
Yi Yun’s body remained motionless. In this chamber, in a completely silent environment, he interfaced his spiritual energy with the Purple Crystal. By using the Purple Crystal’s powers, he started to slowly refine the frost toxins in his body.
Even in the midst of despair, he was not willing to give up hope. He wanted to give it his all to gain even a slightly better chance of survival.
He knew that he was temporarily safe.
Shen Tu Nantian was using him to lure out the upper echelons of the Desolate race. As such, they could not maim him too badly. At least he would not be made into a complete cripple, such as the breaking of all of his limbs.