The entire place fell deathly silent.
How terrifying was that strand of hair? It carried the curses of all worlds across all ages against the End of Myriad Daos, stained with the unspeakable, uncanny evil of heaven and earth. Its mere appearance in the sky had completely suppressed the power of origin that governed all living beings and disrupted the operation of the world's Nine Arts.
The laws of heaven and earth had crumbled. The order of the Great Dao could not contain that strand of hair.
Even the will of the End of Myriad Daos had been trapped, unable to break free of it.
And yet now...
In the hands of this young girl, it had turned into a wisp of smoke and simply vanished?
What... had just happened?
And who was this girl?
"Could she... have some connection to the End of Myriad Daos?"
Ji Wudan and the others were utterly stunned.
"That strand of hair came from her in the past... Though it bore the curses and ill omens of all ages, they could not taint her as she is now..."
A fervent glimmer shone in Divine Emperor Yang Chu's old eyes. He was overcome with excitement.
From the moment he had entered Small Mountain Village until now, he had witnessed everything with his own eyes, and his heart still surged.
"Sister Yunxi... what a tremendous karmic bond..."
Mu Qianning couldn't help saying.
High above, the young girl stared at the wisp of smoke, confusion in her big eyes.
"I seem to have seen another me, stained with ill omen and cursed by all the heavens..."
She murmured:
"Was this strand of hair something I once cut off and left in this world?"
Then she lifted her eyes and looked ahead.
At the figure within the