A gentle breeze brushed across the silent city of Heaven Dou.
Qian Ling'er stood by the window in the secret chamber. Her fingertip traced the lettering on the Soul Artifact, and the Diary's familiar yet distant words stirred a longing she had never felt before.
"Diary, you say that legendary god of death..."
"Did it really exist? A weapon created with the light of a Soul Artifact—what kind of terrifying weapon was it?"
Qian Ling'er didn't dare imagine it.
Someone had actually used the light of a Soul Artifact to create a weapon.
And its power...
It had even been enough to shatter the seals on ninety-nine thousand-year-old soul beasts.
"Future technology... just how far has it developed? And what sort of world could possibly produce such powerful beings, whose strength rivals that of a god..."
She thought of that person.
Qian Ling'er was almost certain!
Her pretty face darkened slightly. She lowered her eyes, her golden hair stirring at her shoulders.
"Ancestor, in my time, the god of death was only a legend. Very few people knew that it existed."
"After I crossed over into this world, I became the ruler of the Sun Moon Empire. But unless someone was from the Holy Spirit Cult, no one could possibly know much about the god of death."
Qian Ling'er felt a little regretful.
Besides, that blade—the weapon of the god of death—wasn't something she could get her hands on.
Far away in the Spirit Empire, Bi Biyao read the Diary's account of the god of death. The corners of her refined lips twitched despite herself.
"The strongest Soul Artifact created with the light of a Soul Artifact..."
Bi Biyao supported her chin with one hand, a complicated look in her eyes.
"Future technology... a Soul Artifact that can rival