Ye Xuan looked at Qingyi, his gaze growing deep and serious.
"Qingyi, separating the Main Body and Secondary Body was ultimately a misguided path. To reach the pinnacle, your soul must be whole and all your arts must return to unity."
"Since she's here, she won't be leaving."
"I'll have the two of you fully merge."
Qingyi's delicate body trembled. Then a look of determination flashed in her eyes. "I'll leave it entirely to the Venerable One."
"Good."
Ye Xuan nodded slightly, then rose to his feet and faced the empty sky.
He did not set out to pursue her. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand and grabbed at the distant horizon.
"Divine Art—Sleeve Universe!"
"Come here!"
Rumble!
In a desolate mountain range tens of thousands of miles away, a woman in a pristine white gauze dress, her features cool and transcendent, was moving forward cautiously.
She was Yuechan's Main Body. On this trip to the lower realm, she had come not only to seek the legendary inheritance, but also to find her Secondary Body.
But before she could react,
an irresistible, terrifying force of suction appeared out of nowhere.
The space around her shattered in an instant. A colossal hand that blotted out the sky disregarded the distance between spaces and engulfed her whole.
"Who is it?!"
Yuechan was horrified. She was about to unleash a precious art to resist, but then realized that the cultivation she had always taken pride in was as fragile as an ant before this power.
The next moment, the world spun around her.
When Yuechan opened her eyes again, she found herself in an unfamiliar courtyard.
Before her stood several terrifying beings whose presence made her soul tremble—and her Secondary Body, Qingyi, whose existence stirred complicated feelings in her.
"You..."
Yuechan looked