The Xi Emperor's eyes widened.
She had just been about to walk out when she staggered back several steps, her whole body going limp as she sank onto the imperial throne.
She raised a slender hand to cover her forehead and gave a bitter smile. "Lianlian, I'm not sick, am I? Why am I having hallucinations?"
After saying that, she turned around and looked. There was no one beside her at all.
Her Imperial Tutor had long since been killed by her own hand.
She had crushed every transmission stone.
Leaning against the imperial throne, she sat in restless unease, her gaze somewhat unfocused.
This was a state she had never been in before.
"What kind of joke is this? Even if he were several levels stronger than I am and possessed the combat power to slaughter one hundred and fifty thousand gods, he still couldn't possibly drag out eighty thousand gods hidden in a speck-of-dust world."
Impossible was impossible!
She was an exceptionally confident person, so even now, she chose not to believe it.
She sorted out her thoughts, and her emotions stabilized considerably. Then she stood up again, intending to investigate it herself.
Just then, those returning from Yanhuang had arrived.
The Moon-Chasing Grand Marshal, "Moon God Xu," was deathly pale. He knelt and crawled all the way forward, practically crawling to the Xi Emperor's feet.
When he lifted his head, old tears were already streaming down his face.
"Speak."
The Xi Emperor looked down on him and spoke coldly.
"Your Majesty, just as the transmission stones described... one hundred and fifty thousand are gone."
Moon God Xu said mournfully.
"Hehe, what status do you have to be making jokes? You'll die too, do you understand?"
The Xi Emperor sneered.
"Your Majesty..."
Moon God Xu merely kept kowtowing.