The violent sword wind seemed to suppress the heavens, annihilating the star river as it slashed directly towards Xia Ruoxue.
"Ye Chen, farewell forever."
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Xia Ruoxue's mouth; she could not block this sword, no matter what.
Death and disaster were inevitable.
Resentment!
Intense resentment!
Xia Ruoxue's heart was tormented, her black hair fluttering as she gazed up at the sun and moon in the sky.
Is there an Upper Realm above the skies?
Could it be that the so-called Empress resides high in the Upper Realm, overlooking herself as if looking at ants?
She did not know; she only felt indignant.
She also wanted to defy destiny, to achieve mighty saber slash, and fight alongside Ye Chen in the Upper Realm, exploring the ultimate secrets of the Heavenly Dao, then dwelling together freely among All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, free from the shackles of all karma, eternally carefree.
But now, all her aspirations would become illusions.
