The woman in the Ghost Face Mask slowly removed her bronze mask, revealing her hidden face.
She was beautiful beyond description, like an unreal being who had come from the end of the Immortal Dao—perfect, without a single flaw.
As the Chan Sect Disciples surrounded her, her expression remained as still as an ancient well. She gently touched the mask in her hand.
She glanced back at Ye Changqing, and an indescribable sadness welled up inside her.
"Immortal Master, you made me search for you for so long!"
The corners of her mouth lifted in a bitter smile. After searching for several lifetimes, she had finally found an answer, only for it all to end in vain.
"I seek not immortality, only to wait for your return in this mortal world..."
She parted her red lips and murmured the words to herself.
As soon as her voice faded, a terrifying aura surged from the Ruthless Empress.
"Die!"
She gave a soft shout, and the bronze mask in her hand instantly transformed into a pot.
The pot's body was plain, as if made of pottery. Its carved lines were elegant, bearing the imprint of a young woman's graceful, immortal form. It emanated an aura that terrified countless peerless heroes throughout the ages.
A ghost face was imprinted on the demonic lid. It seemed to be crying and smiling at once, a little playful and a little sorrowful, with tear tracks and a hint of sunlight. One glimpse was enough to make it unforgettable for all eternity.
It was a demonic pot, radiating an aura that made the sun, moon, and stars tremble. Strands of dark light poured down, crushing the heavens throughout the ages and striking terror into heroes across the ten directions.
If Willow God was an Immortal King above