Qin Qingyu slowly opened her eyes.
Before her stood the twelve jade pillars coiled with dragons.
She was still seated within Du Cang Hall on Chenping Continent.
In her hand was that bronze mirror.
It was like waking from a dream—but how long had it been since she had last dreamed?
Fifty years? A hundred?
Qin Qingyu could not quite remember.
But it did not matter.
Because it was entirely insignificant.
Yet Qin Qingyu knew very clearly that what she had just experienced was no dream.
After all, that jade Immortal Embryo—three chi long, two chi wide, and two chi high—was floating above her sea of qi.
"..."
She recalled what that Immortal Ascension Realm cultivator named Jun Duzhao had told her.
And the enormous pitch-black rift that had appeared above the firmament when he reached the most crucial part.
Then Qin Qingyu had awakened and returned to Du Cang Hall.
She could not help feeling that...
Qin Qingyu revealed a complicated expression, then lowered her head again to look at the bronze mirror in her hand.
Meanwhile.
Kunwu Continent.
Xingchui Mountain Range.
The man in the Black Daoist Robe still stood atop a solitary mountain peak.
A cold, bone-piercing wind swept past him.
Yet he merely clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the sky above, which was gradually healing.
The pitch-black rift grew smaller and smaller.
Though Kunwu Continent lacked spiritual qi, its Heaven and Earth Laws were incomparably resilient and possessed an extremely powerful ability to heal themselves.
"Jiang Sheng, True Lord..."
The man in the Black Daoist Robe slowly spoke, as though talking to himself:
"Will you forgive my choice?"
The black gash in the sky grew ever smaller, dark violet light glimmering along its healing edges.
As the last thread of black