The woman opposite also looked to be about twenty years old, with extremely fine features and jet-black hair cascading like a waterfall over her slender, knife-carved shoulders.
Especially those beautiful eyes, bright yet profound, resembled a clear yet hazy immortal lake, and her entire figure emitted the ethereal, mysterious beauty of an immortal.
Her voice was like ripples suddenly stirring the surface of a lake, and she said calmly, "On the Eternal Clan's end, they carry out repeated harvests and medicine refinement generation after generation, draining the foundations of the lower cosmic realms. By now, those places must all be on the verge of exhaustion."
"As long as that person in the Eternal Council does not die, sooner or later they will drag the entire cosmos toward final distortion and destruction..."
The carefree man smiled noncommittally, replying casually, "What if that person successfully breaks through the final step, just like the one in the Wuze Cosmos?"
"I think it is impossible. Within the charted Netherworld Void, the two cosmic civilizations of the Eternal and the Wuze were perhaps destined in the dark long ago: only one can reach that realm! Great Dao paths diverge, but alas, it is solitary!" A trace of an unfathomable meaning swept across the immortal-lake-like depths of the ethereal and extremely beautiful woman's eyes.
There was yearning, yet also the deep regret of knowing it was forever out of reach.
"Alright, I should leave. The identity and background of that 'Shang Yun' have already been fabricated by me in the Secret Classic Domain, and I have also found reliable stoops from the Shang clan, so there should be basically no flaws..."
Her vermilion lips parted slightly as she finished the flowing, green-jade-like spiritual tea in her cup. The woman rose gracefully, her waterfall-like hair floating down