Willless Defense, Empress Ji Breaks Down

"I died in my armor!"

Within the vast imperial bedchamber, Empress Ji jolted awake. Cold sweat had already beaded across her fair forehead.

She hurriedly scanned the bedchamber. Not a sound stirred.

The scene of her gruesome death had appeared in her dream, so vivid it seemed impossible.

She had seen a blurry figure smash her to pieces.

In the dream, her roar and her unwillingness to accept her fate had torn at her heart.

Empress Ji's face was ashen. Even when she had seen her own death in broad daylight, she had not been too nervous. She was the Empress of a nation, possessed of boundless majesty. Why would she fear death?

But dreams couldn't lie.

The pain, the despair—they had felt all too real.

"The Human World is doomed. What did I, Ji Ling, do wrong?"

Her teeth clenched, and her usual regal bearing was nowhere to be seen.

"I only walked the same path every Empress Ji of every age has walked. So why will I die?"

She clenched her jade-white hands. A curtain of black hair fell across her face, and cold light flickered in her eyes.

"There aren't many in this world who can kill me!"

Seated on the bed, Empress Ji was beginning to look almost paranoid.

She thought of Chen Qi's prophecy.

Chen Yan would soon slaughter tens of thousands of soldiers in Ji Prefecture.

Empress Ji's eyes narrowed.

Could she die at Chen Yan's hands?

But no one even knew whether Chen Yan was alive or dead.

Besides, according to Chen Qi's prophecy, even if Chen Yan wiped out tens of thousands of Ji Prefecture's soldiers in the future, he would only be in the Creation Realm then.

How could someone in the Creation Realm kill her?

Yet the two prophecies, taken