But they insisted on seeing him alive and his ghost in death. How could that gaggle of old monsters agree to this? They traveled far into the Demon Race's territory in search of Du Yuchan. The Du family was clever as well. After Du Yuchan fled, they had no base left, so they had long since dispersed their descendants and hidden them throughout Leizhou. From that day onward, there was no longer any such Aristocratic Clan as the Du family, and with Nangong Huan's disappearance, the Nangong clan vanished from the world as well.
After taking her revenge, Du Yuchan believed Nangong Huan had died in the catastrophe that annihilated the Illusory Immortal Sect. Grief-stricken, she searched for more than a decade. But the Nine Provinces were vast, and people were like duckweed drifting upon the sea. To search through that boundless expanse for someone already dead—how absurd was that? After realizing they could never meet again, she finally chose to live in seclusion in a valley in Leizhou, leading a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, devoting herself solely to the Dao. She never asked about worldly affairs again until the great war of the Nine Provinces, when she had no choice but to emerge and, through a fortuitous opportunity, seize a divine spark.
By then, though, who knew how many years had passed? The realm had been utterly transformed. The old powers and influential clans of the past had vanished without a trace. Only the great sects that could be counted on one's fingers still remained. Who in the world still remembered Du Juexian or Nangong Huan?
What Du Yuchan did not know was that Nangong Huan had possessed extraordinary luck in the Dao. During the catastrophe at the Illusory Immortal Sect, she had happened