A woman whose face and figure were impossible to make out lay beside a shattered ancient bell, weeping. Crystal-clear tears kept falling as she sobbed hysterically, consumed by grief.
She was shouting, as if desperately calling out to someone, trying to bring someone back, unable to accept what had happened.
But no matter how hard she tried, the cruel truth seemed right before her eyes, beyond all change.
As she wept, her tears turned red as blood. Hatred overwhelmed her; she muttered something, as if she had made up her mind.
At last, the scene vanished. There was no woman, and no shattered ancient bell—only a blood-soaked severed hand lying alone on the ground.
"Whose hand... is that?" Shi Zhàndì asked cautiously. He could clearly feel that Hua Yunfei's aura beside him had changed again.
"That is... that is..."
Inside the Eastern Sacred Sword, the Broken Sword's true spirit trembled faintly, as if unable to believe what it was seeing.
"Qing'er... did you meet with disaster too?"
Hua Yunfei slowly closed his eyes. His face was stricken with pain, and his fists clenched tight.
The last time he had come, his cultivation had been too low. He couldn't see clearly, or hear clearly.
But now he was an Immortal Emperor. Even across the ages and the Great Dao, he could hear part of what the woman had said while lying beside the shattered ancient bell.
The woman was Chu Qing'er. Huang Xuan had stayed behind to cover her and Yaya as they fled. No one knew how long afterward, but she had kept searching for her senior brother.
Yet all she found in the end was a shattered ancient bell: Huang Xuan's Natal Magic Weapon, the Mysterious Yellow Bell.
The Mysterious Yellow Bell had been abandoned here as its owner's