What kind of world was this...
Xie Xuanxi wanted to know the answer as well. Ever since her race's extinction, she had desperately wanted to see the truth hidden within this dark world.
Within Sacred All-Encompassing Heaven, she once again saw a powerful cultivator driven mad by a prophet's remains.
Jiechang was about to die, yet he still clutched that broken finger.
Those who had come into contact with a prophet's remains seemed to become devout fanatics. She was deeply puzzled. The prophet's remains were indeed formidable—a severed finger could set someone of less-than-extraordinary talent upon the path to the Mahayana Realm—but after reaching Mahayana, the remains clearly became as tasteless as chicken ribs. Better to pass them on to the next generation.
"I am with the prophet... I am with the prophet?" She murmured the words Jiechang had once spoken. She had heard such words from many mouths; without exception, those people all possessed a prophet's remains. Yet she believed Divine Daoist Tianxi's dying words even more: "The prophet is a curse—the curse that has brought all living beings to this day."
She left Sacred All-Encompassing Heaven and followed the Azure Cloud Li Family toward Eastern Yi.
Though no one stood beside her, she said, "If I were you, I would agree to Daochu's conditions."
She walked across the long-desolate lands of Eastern Yi, moving as she had when she first entered the Far West—one step, and she was already tens of thousands of miles away.
As she muttered to herself, the sound of wind was already at her ears. Yet Xie Xuanxi could sense that her [Dustless] tribulation had never escaped the Li Family's notice since the Azure Cloud Li Family arrived at Sacred All-Encompassing Heaven. Even Li Changsheng had discovered her presence.
"I know your Fate Arts