Ziyue Yanjun's voice sounded in the sky.

"Ning Beixuan, hand over the magic gourd of joy, and I can let you go. As for whether Cangji Yuanzun will kill you in the future, I really can't persuade you. I show my sincerity and hope you can understand current affairs."

"You have forgotten that I am only the creator of the second calamity. When I become the creator of the seventh calamity like you, will you become an ant that I can trample to death with one foot?"