The central region of the Nether Great Universe had already turned into a void. Not to mention any stars, even the Death Qi that had filled the Nether Great Universe was gone.
Wang Xian's heart pounded uneasily. He feared seeing Hela, yet he also feared not seeing Hela.
Finally, three days later, amid Wang Xian's anxious worry, he found Hela at last.
"Were you worried about me?"
Hela sat atop a black altar, looking at Wang Xian with a sweet smile.
"No!"
Wang Xian turned his head away, unwilling to let Hela see his reddened eyes.
"I saw them!"
Hela laughed.
"You saw wrong!"
Wang Xian stubbornly refused to admit it.
This time, Hela did not respond to Wang Xian.
A moment later, Wang Xian turned back in confusion, only to find that the beautiful, tall Hela atop the altar had long since vanished. In her place was his soft and adorable daughter, Little Hela.
Little Hela lay on her side atop the altar, her eyes tightly closed and her face pale as paper.
At that moment, Wang Xian had no trace of pride left. In a flash, he rushed onto the altar and gathered the unconscious Little Hela into his arms.
"What happened to her?"
Wang Xian viciously kicked the altar beneath his feet.
"Master is fine. She merely exhausted herself too severely."
The aggrieved voice of the "Death" Heavenly Scripture rang out.
It was not the one that had caused Master to become like this, so why kick it?
Only then did Wang Xian let out a breath of relief. Holding Little Hela, he flew toward the edge of the void.
Of course, Wang Xian did not forget to contact Dao Meng'er, Di Yao, and the Crimson Emperor, who were still searching separately for Little Hela within the