The entire Saint Tomb seemed to tremble, as if the Saint Immortal inside was about to crawl out at any moment. That scene was beyond imagination—pure, unfiltered terror!
In that instant, Ryan and the woman both felt like doomsday had arrived. Despair hit them hard—if the Saint Immortal really showed up, it’d be total annihilation. There was absolutely no way out.
"I—I don't want to die! I still need to go back to Elysium Sect and become the Saintess!" the woman suddenly screamed, completely losing it. Her panic had hit max level—her rational brain was basically fried!
As for Ryan, he was totally lost too. If it were just an Ancestor Immortal, maybe he’d have a shot at fighting back, no matter how strong the enemy. But this was a Saint Immortal—a mountain of power, way beyond anything he could handle. This time, Ryan didn’t even have the guts to try!
Regret was eating Ryan alive. If only he hadn’t messed with this kind of ridiculously overpowered existence, none of this unfixable disaster would’ve happened!
"Hold me tight, please!" the woman yelled again, like she wanted Ryan to go for another round right now.
Ryan was speechless—seriously, women this insatiable were rare.
But honestly, he wasn’t in the mood at all—because right then, Ryan could clearly sense a pair of gigantic eyes staring down at him from above. The look in those eyes was pure amusement, like watching two ants put on a show. To this thing, he was nothing, just a toy to be squished at will.
Ryan knew perfectly well—even if he threw everything he had at it, his strongest attack wouldn’t make a dent. This thing’s power was on a whole other level; one finger could crush them both to dust.
Ryan knew this was the toughest moment he’d ever faced. But letting himself just die here? No way. After everything he’d sacrificed to ascend to the Immortal World, finally breaking through to the Primordial Immortal Realm—he couldn’t accept dying like this!
Ryan didn’t hesitate for a second—he immediately started begging: "Senior, we really mean no harm! We were just curious and wanted to take a look. If we’ve offended you in any way, please forgive us. I hope you’ll be generous and let us go!"
Right as Ryan finished speaking, the pressure from above seemed to hesitate—the crushing force suddenly eased up. Ryan realized he might have a chance to escape, so he hurried to add, "Senior, I’m telling the truth! We really are just curious. Please, you have to forgive us!"
But then the Saint Immortal Soul actually spoke up: "You say you had no ulterior motives, just curiosity? You think I’d believe that? You take me for an idiot? The Yellow Tier, Mystic Tier, even the Earth Tier tombs have all been wrecked by you two—like I wouldn’t know? And you still dare try to fool me? You must have a death wish!"
"Spare us! Saint Immortal, please spare us!" Ryan yelled, his voice practically shaking with desperation.
The Saint Immortal just smiled, then suddenly turned his gaze to the woman and said, "That little girl next to you isn’t bad. She’s got the scent of Elysium Bliss Pill all over her—looks like she’s from the Elysium Sect, right?"
"That’s right, that’s right! I’m from the Elysium Sect, Senior. Please, for the Elysium Sect’s sake, can’t you let us off?" The woman jumped in, clearly trying to cozy up to him.
But the Saint Immortal just sneered, "Elysium Sect? Why should I care? You two broke into my tomb first—no matter where you go, I’m in the right. Still, if you want to settle things peacefully, it’s not impossible. As long as you agree to one condition!"
"What condition? Just say it!" Ryan and the woman blurted out together.
The Saint Immortal smiled and said, "It’s simple. Let the girl stay behind—as my burial companion. I’ve heard Elysium Saintesses are out-of-this-world delicious, and marrying one would be the greatest pleasure under heaven. You’re not a Saintess yet, but you’ve got that Saintess-grade flavor. So if you agree, maybe I’ll let the guy go."
"What did you just say?!" the woman shrieked, totally stunned by how outrageous the Saint Immortal’s demand was.
Ryan really wanted to walk away, but if it meant sacrificing the woman for his own freedom, he just couldn’t do it. He shouted, "No way, absolutely not! Take me instead—let her go!"
"You? Sorry, I’m not interested in men!" The Saint Immortal smirked coldly, clearly not impressed by Ryan’s offer.
Hearing Ryan say that, the woman called out, "Fine! I’ll do it—but I want to make sure he gets out safe!"
Seeing Ryan actually cared about her, the woman agreed to the deal. She was bitter about it, but as long as one of them survived, that was a win.
"Good, very good! Now that’s what I call sensible. Hurry up and come be my burial companion!" The Saint Immortal was visibly excited—the woman was clearly his type.
"Ryan, even if we were just one-night husband and wife, you should go—just go!" the woman cried out.
But even with his survival instinct kicking in, Ryan absolutely refused to leave her behind. He shouted at the top of his lungs.
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"No way! Even if I die here today, I’m not leaving!" Ryan shouted, throwing himself straight at the Saint Immortal. Even if he was doomed, he’d never let this Saint Immortal win so easily!
"You want to die? You think you can take me on?" The Saint Immortal snorted. A mere Primordial Immortal trying to challenge a Saint Immortal—what a joke. He flicked a finger, and instantly wiped out all of Ryan’s power.
Ryan was almost hopeless—but he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the woman in a tight hug. If he was going to die here, at least he’d have some company.
The woman didn’t hesitate either—she hugged Ryan right back. She was desperate, but also a little thrilled; at least she’d get to be with the guy she loved. That was something, right?
"You brat, messing up my plans—fine, I’ll finish you off!" The Saint Immortal didn’t hesitate, unleashing a wild burst of energy. This time, he was going all out. Ryan was sure he was about to die—he’d already made peace with it. But right at that critical moment, something weird happened. Out of nowhere, something near him jabbed the Saint Immortal right in the weak spot, making him yank his hand back in fear.
Ryan froze, totally thrown by the sudden turn of events. He’d been bracing for death!
"What the hell is on you? That thing stings!" The Saint Immortal yelled, his eyes suddenly filled with terror.
Ryan and the woman were both baffled, but Ryan’s Primordial Immortal powers kicked in and he realized—what had stabbed the Saint Immortal was his own Primeval Heavenwood. Since coming to the Immortal World, he’d barely paid attention to it, just occasionally drawing on its power. But now...