A moment later.
Zhou Yi's figure manifested within the formation, looking down at Heavenly Monarch Yuanling and said, "The deeds of Daoist friend are no different from those of a Demon Head, is there anything good to say?"
"If I hadn't done so, letting our sect's inheritance be severed, even in death, I would have no face to meet our ancestors!"
Yuanling asked, "Daoist friend looks unfamiliar, I do not know what grievances we have that you are so relentless?"
Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "No significant grievances, just acting on behalf of the heavens!"
Yuanling raised his eyebrows, "In this world, what 'Heavenly Dao' exists? Even if it truly exists, it couldn't possibly be as cowardly as Daoist friend, who only manifests a mere formation avatar?"
"Cough, cough, cough, this is caution!"
Zhou Yi asked, "How much longer does Daoist friend have to live?"
"At the very least one or two hundred years, at most three or four hundred years."