"But those people were practically insane. They kept chasing me relentlessly, and I nearly passed out from running. I was covered in wounds, too. I only managed to shake them off with great difficulty."
Everyone frowned.
Back then, they had unanimously agreed to send her there because they knew that, no matter how vicious the people in the Lost Land were, they would never dare attack someone from the Divine Realm.
As it turned out, they had acted far too hastily.
High God Nanting had never expected her to be in such danger this time. Feeling sorry for her, he gently stroked the top of her head. "What happened afterward?"
"After that, my injuries grew worse and worse, and my Divine Soul became unstable. I almost died there. To make matters worse, I also had to hide from those relentless pursuers who seemed to be everywhere."
As Su Qiao spoke, she recalled what had happened back then. Even she felt a little fortunate that she had managed to survive in such a harsh environment.
She really had one tough life.
"You have no idea. Spells couldn't be used in there, and the Spatial Artifacts were completely useless, too. In the end, I had no choice but to sacrifice ten thousand years of cultivation and use a secret technique to split my injured Divine Soul into countless fragments, scattering them across the Three Thousand Minor Worlds."
As she spoke, she pointed toward the ribs around her chest and abdomen and made a digging and pulling motion. "Then I personally dug out one of my ribs from here, stabbed myself in the chest, and forced out a drop of heart blood. Gritting my teeth, I created a clone and had her move around outside in my place. Only then did I finally