Deep within Thunder Emperor Palace lay the Chaos Thunder Origin Secret Realm.
When Mo Yu returned with Night Falcon, a plain-white figure had already been waiting there.
Ling Suxin.
She was still dressed in a moon-white palace gown, with warm, jade-like Tai Ling Immortal Light swirling around her. Her aura was deeper and more vast than when she had left.
Her clear eyes, as limpid as a spiritual spring, quietly gazed at Mo Yu and Night Falcon as they entered the secret realm. A faint smile touched the corner of her mouth.
"My true self." She slightly bent her body, her voice clear as jade striking jade.
"The Tai Ling Sacred Body is in our grasp."
Mo Yu nodded, his gaze sweeping over her.
With his eyesight, he could naturally see Ling Suxin's current cultivation: Peak Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign, exactly the same as Night Falcon.
The fusion with the Tai Ling Sacred Body had tempered her foundation to the extreme. The Tai Ling Immortal Light surrounding her faintly showed signs of undergoing a qualitative transformation.
"You've worked hard." Mo Yu spoke indifferently, with a rare trace of approval in his tone.
His great efforts to raise the aptitude of the Tai Ling Clone had not been in vain. Otherwise, she could never have so smoothly become the Saintess of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan and come into contact with the Tai Ling Sacred Body.
Ling Suxin smiled slightly and turned her gaze toward Night Falcon.
The two looked at each other and both nodded faintly.
Though they were clones of the same true self, each possessed an independent consciousness. Over the years, they had separately infiltrated two Ancient Clans and walked along the edge of a blade. Now that they had returned safely, they felt a measure of mutual