"Mother, you're crying," Ji Yu said with a sob.
"I'm just a bit envious that she still has dreams to chase, while my dreams... have already vanished."
Bai Fu spoke as if discussing sothing unrelated, her eyes gradually losing all their luster, as if devoid of energy and spirit.
So people are born with a silver spoon but are not happy.
Tornted by so-called honor, bloodline, clan, and burdens irrelevant to themselves, as if failing to et the elders' expectations is a grave sin.
Bai Fu once thought she was fortunate.
She t a man she wanted to entrust her life to during the darkest period of her life, to escape the sufferings she was ant to endure.
But today Ji Jie realized that her luck was built upon the misfortune of many others.
She, the Saintess of the Nine Phoenix Clan, who should have been the leader of the younger generation, selfishly chose to escape.
Yet never considered that her escape was premised on her father's protection.
Nor did she think that because of her, indirectly, the Nine Phoenix Clan's younger generation had few outstanding talents.
Under the 'example'.
Among the young generation of the Nine Phoenix Clan, the trend of forming Dao companions prevailed, their Boundary did not improve much, but the birth rate increased significantly.
The senior sister was unfortunate, but also fortunate, as she could choose to start a new life.
But what about the daughter Ji Jie?
Bai Fu always believed her four children should be fortunate, having a father who was gloomy but with a grandfather in the Immortal Domain, at the Emperor Realm, who loved them, and a caring mother.
However, Ji Jie began by choosing to abandon it all.
Without telling anyone, she left the Moon earlier than her senior sister, leaving behind only a Jade Slip with a few dozen words.
How many glorious dreams.
Looking back, all beco empty.
Bai Fu, born in the Imperial Family, could never hold onto the treasures she valued, one by one slipping through her fingers.
"Did I make a mistake?"
Bai Fu's eyes seed a bit hollow.
But since things have co to this, thinking more is useless, a million words condensed into one phrase:
"Daughter, go safely on your journey."
...
...
"Lord Dao, please stop shocking , ow ow ow, I'll talk... I'll say anything, just stop shocking ."
"Lord Dao, I beg you to spare ; I know the location of Li Shenhuang's tomb, I'll take you there, all treasures... um~"
"..."
Heavenly Dao raised an eyebrow, Cauldron Daoist's face was flushed unnaturally, even making strange noises.
Sikong Jiu expressed so distaste, saying, "You couldn't have awakened so strange attribute, right? You're still a Venerable, don't be so disgraceful."
Su Daluo almost cried.
Do I want this?
Do you think I want this!
Try being tied up for hours with a whip emitting electrical arcs, if your voice doesn't change, it only ans you're quite abnormal.
To withstand such inhuman torture for so long!
"I am no evil cultivator; I am a bona fide Heavenly Dao."
Sikong Jiu slapped his red bellyband, and four golden words appeared — Proper Heavenly Dao!
Su Daluo: "..."
Cauldron Daoist inexplicably wanted to curse like the Human Race.
Whether proper or not, I don't know, but you're definitely not human; no human would do such things.
"So, speak up."
Sikong Jiu smiled brightly, "Tell , and I'll let you go."
Su Daluo was confused, worried about saying the wrong thing, he cautiously said, "May I ask Lord Dao, what do you want to know?"
"It's not about what I want to know, it's about what you want to say, understand?"
"..."
Please.
Say sothing a normal person can understand, how should I know what to say?
"If you don't speak, I might as well perform a soul search."
"!!!"
Su Daluo nearly cried.
Evil cultivator.
This guy is definitely an evil cultivator!
The thods are so twisted, vicious, and cruel; even the great demons he killed were never like this.
All kinds of deceit, tricks, and mocks the Nine Phoenix Clan Quasi-Emperors earlier, and now tortures him in countless ways, not just physically, but even traumatizing his mind...
The more he thinks.
The more desperate Su Daluo becos, his divine soul trembles in fear and faints.
"???"
Sikong Jiu looked puzzled, "Are the Venerables in Immortal Domain really this fragile? Just talking about the Eight Desolate Cauldron makes him faint!"
"Hey, hey, wake up."
No matter how Sikong Jiu called, he couldn't wake Su Daluo, yet couldn't directly perform a soul search!
It's not a boundary problem but rather Su Daluo has the Eight Desolate Cauldron's aura left on him.
Not afraid of future trouble from the Emperor Artifact.
Definitely not!
Sikong Jiu just feels he should wait for the other to wake up, after all, he's not one to perform soul searches arbitrarily.
"Hm?"
Sikong Jiu shivered, his mind shifted from Earth to the depths of the Immortal Domain, then he gasped.
Oh my.
What happened?
Why are there more Emperor Artifacts joining the battle?
...
...
Immortal Domain.
The isolated Dead Realm devoid of any humans, with eight weapons of different styles entangled together.
The aura from any one weapon is sufficient to easily collapse star systems and space.
Eight Desolate Cauldron.
Nine Blades Spear.
asuring Heaven Ruler.
Myriad Fortune Hairpin.
Qingfeng Sword.
Besides these five Emperor Artifacts, the other three are a long saber, a golden-yellow iron rod, and an enormous white bell.
What amazed Sikong Jiu was that two of these Emperor Artifacts with one claid to have died along with the Emperor Realm, once made countless cultivators in Immortal Domain lant.
The other Emperor Artifact had never appeared in Immortal Domain.
Now attracted by the Eight Desolate Cauldron... no, drawn by the five Emperor Artifacts including the Eight Desolate Cauldron, joining the chaotic battle.
And so.
Eight artifacts battle, showcasing Divine Skills.
This Dead Realm beca ravaged within less than twenty breaths, with nurous space cracks capable of easily killing peak Immortal Venerables.
Then...
They headed to another Dead Realm.
Sikong Jiu watched in awe.
Are these Magic Artifacts?
Clearly, they're eight ancestors!
Especially the Qingfeng Sword, relentlessly chasing the Eight Desolate Cauldron, slashing out extrely pure Qingfeng Sword Intent.
And the Eight Desolate Cauldron was very bold, retaliating with Li Shenhuang's domineering Emperor Scripture.
The clash shook the Immortal Domain.
"Emperor Artifacts know the Emperor Scripture yet I don't..."
Sikong Jiu was envious to the point tears fell uncontrollably.
Suddenly realizing sothing, he mumbled, "No, I'm also in the Emperor Realm, my self-created cultivation technique is also the Emperor Scripture, seems like there's nothing to covet."
"Sister Sword, go get them, bring back the Eight Desolate Cauldron to offer to The Supre Emperor. I'm short on Magical Treasures, just casually bring one along, I'm not picky, the hairpin will do."
"We're all with The Supre Emperor, we must help each other."
Sikong Jiu sent ssages from afar, babbling a lot.
The Qingfeng Sword's Artifact Spirit wasn't as aloof as other Emperor Artifacts, quickly responding:
"Scram."
"..."
Look.
That's how an Emperor Artifact is.
Though just one word, the montum is full, how can ordinary Artifact Spirits be this confident?
So Sikong Jiu replied, "Alright, sister, carry on."
"Where is your Emperor Artifact?"
A calm Divine Sense rang beside him, Sikong Jiu's body instantly trembled.
It's The Supre Emperor!
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