Crimson blood hung at the corner of Chu Xi's lips, adding a thread of tragic beauty to her breathtaking face.
At this moment, her hair was a tangled mess, her robe torn in several places, and the aura around her was in utter chaos.
Yet she did not care at all. She raised her head and stared fixedly at Immortal King Mitu.
"Why?"
Suddenly, she demanded an answer. Dao resonance surged around her, a black-and-white Taiji Diagram emerged, and the aura of a Heavenly Immortal soared to the very peak of the immortal palace.
Mi Tu waved a hand, and that terrifying aura immediately dispersed. Chu Xi was bound by supreme majesty, her Dao resonance collapsed, and the black-and-white Taiji Diagram slowly faded away as well.
The bloodstain at her lips deepened further, blood even dripping from the corner of her mouth onto the pristine white floor.
The sight became all the more tragically beautiful.
Within the entire Wind-Thunder Immortal Palace, every living being held their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound.
"Calm down!"
"The spatial turbulence was too powerful. Even I could do nothing about it."
"Helping him leave the range of the turbulence was already my limit. Turbulence of that intensity can likely only be withstood by an Immortal Emperor."
Mi Tu spoke indifferently.
Chu Xi gritted her teeth. She did not believe a single word Mi Tu said.
She wanted to question why the spatial turbulence had appeared without any warning. Such a thing had only happened a few times in history—why had it appeared precisely when Lin Xuan entered?
But in the end, she did not force herself to speak. Her heart was filled with helplessness.
Weakness was the original sin!
The aura pressing down on her dissipated, and Chu Xi regained the ability