The current-time organisms of the Qing Immortals had their advantages: they were born of the times and possessed extraordinary talents, allowing them to reach great heights in a very short time. But even the fastest cultivation had its limits. They could not cross the long ages and surpass Aragami, who beat the Qing Immortal to death.
At the moment the Qing Immortal died, in an inconspicuous corner beneath the same starry sky, a stunning woman with delicate features and snow-white skin watched calmly. She looked as if she had been carved from crystal, beautiful and flawless. Yet her eyes had no pupils at all—they were entirely white. She was Mo Bai, and she was also a Qing Immortal.
Yu Leng stood beside Mo Bai.
Yu Leng was awestruck by the epic battle between Aragami and the Qing Immortal. She looked at Mo Bai. "Are we really not going to do anything?"
"There's nothing we can do," Mo Bai replied coolly. "Humans are malleable creatures. They leave for a while, and when they come back, they've transformed."
"We worked so hard to raise that Qing Immortal."
"It doesn't matter. The Qing Immortals themselves must face elimination." She looked up at the starry sky and frowned slightly. "Why does it seem to be getting farther and farther away?"
In the Lan Universe, Lu Yin sat atop a mountain on the Seventh Night Pillar with his eyes closed. He rested there for ten days.
His headache was beyond description. It was as if his head had restarted along with the universe.
This was the aftereffect of overusing his manic frenzy. He had experienced it before in the Consciousness Universe. Lu Yin had thought that after breaking through to the Origin Realm, the damage from the backlash would be within what he could