"You!"
The Immortal Venerable was instantly enraged, this weak Primordial Spirit infant, after several expressions of struggle, turned into a sigh,
"I lost, and indeed, it is not unjust. I fought you countless times in the future, knowing you cannot be defeated head-on, so I chose to surrender now, attempting to feign death and escape."
He paused, somewhat unwillingly,
"My name is gone. I used the memory transmission of those thousands of times to make you lower your guard, then conceded, and under your threat, I actively abandoned the rule of immortality to survive."
"If you keep your promise, I live; if not, and you kill me, I will be filled with scolding, anger, agitation, and cursing you, making you relax your guard once more."
"And I have already made arrangements deep within my soul energy."
