The embers of the starry sky had yet to cool. The lingering might of the Light-Dark Fusion Sword Domain silently told of the terrifying clash that had overturned all understanding and shaken the ages.
The Seven Emperors had fallen, their Origins returned to Chaos. Only the sword-bearing figure remained, the sole master of this shattered Star Domain.
Fang Chen's gaze swept slowly across it, cold as a ruler laid against the stars.
It passed over the surviving onlookers of the Remnants of the Five Clans, who were scared witless and slumped like mud, unable even to think of fleeing. At last, it settled on a solitary figure in the distance: her aura weak, her Silver Gray hair slightly disheveled, shock still written across her exquisite face.
The Unfeeling Immortal Emperor felt his gaze and shivered involuntarily.
She had never imagined a day would come when a junior's glance could unsettle her, even stir a trace of fear.
That heaven-destroying battle, the Seven Emperors falling one after another, their Origins devoured—the horrifying sight had shattered the icy Dao heart she had maintained for countless ages.
The Unfeeling Great Dao she took such pride in seemed so small, so fragile before that Sword Domain, where Light and Darkness revolved, embracing all things and bringing all things to an end.
What troubled her even more was the rescue she had so presumptuously attempted, only to be kicked away without mercy and called a hindrance.
Looking back, it was laughable. Bitterly so.
He had never needed her rescue. Had her intrusion instead disrupted some plan or rhythm of his?
That kick had expressed disdain and impatience. More than that, it showed how utterly he outclassed her in both strength and composure.
She was the Unfeeling Immortal Emperor, a Fourth-Turn Immortal Emperor and one of