Yet despite this fact, she was drowning. Her long dormant lungs were working, her body was suffering, and she felt all the sensations a mortal would and should feel.

The Ruin Emperor saw Freya, and his heart quivered slightly. He couldn't imagine how it'd feel to be drowning but to be unable to die. The even more shocking thing was no one besides the young girl was trying to help. They didn't even ask Yan Zaizen to cease his art.

As for Yan Zaizen, when he saw this, he shook his head. These people…

It was only after a full minute did the young girl look to Yan Zaizen, her cold gaze seemed like the frozen tundras were born from them, "What did you do?" Her question made Yan Zaizen not know whether to laugh or cry. Not only did she not ask Yan Zaizen to cancel his art, she asked what he did!

It's like she didn't care about Freya at all despite their alliance. However, how was Yan Zaizen to know that Freya was the weakest and an add-on at the last minute. To the overall goal, she truly mattered little. They barely had relations with her force.

Perhaps only the bare-footed young man, Sect Master Sanji, would have some interest. However, they all knew that she had romantically rejected Sanji countless times and gave him no face about it. It was that very reason that they all knew. h.e.l.l, pretty much every Heavenly Monarch and Commander in their region knew...likely even some of the smaller cultivators too.

Therefore, Sanji had an elated smile on his face while watching her suffer. Surprisingly, this young man before him didn't look too bad. If it wasn't inappropriate, and his death day was obviously set by the heavens, he wouldn't mind having a drink later.

Yan Zaizen didn't bother with Sanji's thoughts, so he simply answered, "Soul, Yin, Illusions, Water, and s.p.a.ce." Those were the laws incorporated in this self-devised art of his. It was incredibly profound, exhibiting a perfect cohesion of their expressions of power.

When those words were said, everyone stilled.

What?!

Four World Laws?!

Yan Zaizen only smiled. He was quite curious how this young girl would go about canceling his art. He had devised this during those two months, which in his s.p.a.cetime zone was more like two hundred years. In truth, he had created a whole host of different arts he couldn't wait to try. Unfortunately, they weren't as subtle as this, and most were incredibly violent or wildly disturbing.

With a light of enlightenment, the young girl once more sent her energy into Freya. It took a full thirteen seconds before Freya spat her last mouthful of water. Then, the water on the floor vanished like ghosts in the wind. It was like the wetness and movement of the water was all fake.

A relieved sound resounded from Freya's body as she sat down like a helpless damsel on the deck of the s.h.i.+p. She didn't even bother to care about how she sat on the floor or dirtied her outfit. She just felt a wave of euphoria and relief overcome her.

'It was truly comforting to breathe.'

If any heavenly cultivator heard her, they'd be shocked and disgusted. They didn't need air. It's coa.r.s.e and filled with impurities of the atmosphere and loose particles. You could breathe in dung particulates, remains of the dead, or even microscopic lifeforms. This was why no cultivator dared to 'breathe.'

Even the act of breathing was stimulated for those who were once Mortals. Yan Zaizen often 'inhaled' and 'exhaled' but he wasn't genuinely breathing.

The winged woman eyebrows twitched seeing Freya actually breathe like a mortal. Disgusting.

Sect Master Sanji grew even happier it seemed, there was a gleam of light in his hand as if he was recording this.

"Now, I ask again: what did you need, Ruin Emperor?" Yan Zaizen looked to the Ruin Emperor. Those eyes were calm but it revealed a hint of pity as if saying, 'you lost so much time because of her.'

Was it worth it?