Fusang Holy Land.
Pfft!
At a certain moment, the Fusang Saintess spat out a mouthful of blood. Her beautiful face abruptly turned utterly ashen, and her hair became dry and gray-white.
Even more terrifyingly, her vitality was draining away at a horrifying speed, like a river bursting through a floodgate. No matter what she did, she could not stop it, and she was rapidly approaching death.
The Fusang Saintess of this era watched all of this quietly.
She grieved for her own kind.
This was the path of the Fusang Saintess. When the chosen one died, the Fusang Saintess would die as well. It was that cruel and merciless.
No matter how glorious the future had been, no matter how beautiful the hopes of the past, everything was now heading toward an end, toward death, dying like generation after generation of Fusang Saintesses.
A Fusang Saintess who achieved the Empress realm—what a rare existence that was!
Luck, talent, opportunities, luck... all these difficulties stood like mountains and rivers. The obstacles encountered were no fewer than those faced by cultivators on other paths.
"Eh?"
The Fusang Saintess of this era suddenly gave a soft cry. "Why are you dying so slowly?"
"It looks like you can still live for another day or two."
"Has the Great Dao of the Fusang Holy Land in later generations shifted again?"
She knew that many Fusang Saintesses were not particularly willing to live and die alongside their chosen ones, and were always trying to break through in this regard and cast off the shackles. This was the view of one faction.
Nothing in this Endless Starry Sky was fixed or eternally unchanging.
The other faction held the exact opposite view.
Many generations of Fusang Saintesses believed that if they lost the essence of living and