The dusk was dark and heavy, and the sparse starlight overhead blanketed the earth. Apart from the occasional breeze sweeping across heaven and earth, the silence was like a land of the dead.
Ye walked slowly beneath the veil of night, Yao lying across his arms. Half a halberd blade was lodged in her chest, and her breath was already as faint as a thread.
A few breaths later, he stepped into a spatial passage. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in the depths of the Divine Race and entered the hall where the Divine King had entered closed-door cultivation unto death.
Without the Divine King's permission, not even Yin had the right to enter this hall. But Ye had long since become thoroughly familiar with coming and going here.
The Divine King sat with his head bowed upon the throne. He had not donned his crown, and his hair veiled his face, making his expression impossible to discern.
"Divine King..."
Ye carefully lowered Yao, then knelt and kowtowed.
"I failed to realize that she had already resolved to die. I lost control for a moment, and now she refuses to absorb origin force to mend her injuries. If this drags on, I fear even the heavens will be powerless to save her."
"Back then, Yang left Yao an immortal pill, but I searched everywhere and still couldn't find it..."
"That immortal pill Yang left behind was the price for you to become Yin's adopted son. It was used up long ago." The Divine King slowly raised his head and gazed at Yao, undisguised pity in his eyes. "The me of today can no longer preserve her life."
Ye's face was stunned. When Yin had suddenly taken him as his adopted son, he had been puzzled for