“Do you… understand now?”

The Ancestral Will’s voice rang in Yun Che’s soul sea once more, but it felt like it was a lifetime away.

“...” He didn’t give a response even after a long time had passed. Yun Che’s soul sea was so silent it was as if he had died.

“Xia Qingyue is the Artifact of Fate. It was always a matter of time before she discovered the truth of herself. As for you, your affinity with nothingness will grow as you cultivate the World-Defying ...