"Forty-four years from now, in this Blue Stone Palace, we... will kill Jiang Wuliang!"
Jiang Wuyou had already prepared herself to live out her life imprisoned in this cold palace.
To punish herself for the uselessness and powerlessness of the first half of her life.
Defeating Jiang Wuliang was a task ten thousand times harder than forging Dao Martial Arts herself.
She had no choice but to grind her Hateful Heart to its sharpest edge and temper her killing intent to its utmost resolve. Otherwise, she would not even have the courage to keep moving forward.
More terrifying than death was a life without hope.
Her all-knowing elder brother and her invincible imperial father were the backs she had chased all her life—the victor between those two... possessed a strength that could not be surmounted.
She would rather her elder brother kill her in the Blue Stone Palace!
That would not have been without mercy.
The ideal of ultimate bliss for all beings would surely never be realized.
At the very least, Jiang Wuyou... would never be happy again.
At a certain moment, the Green Sheep Celestial Contract clenched in her palm seemed to catch fire from an invisible flame, silently turning to ash.
A familiar voice rang out within the dim palace chamber.
"Forty-four years is too long..."
That voice said—"Today!"
At first, Jiang Wuyou did not understand the word "today."
Because to her, it was utterly impossible.
Even if Jiang Wang was the greatest prodigy the Human Race had ever seen, even if she herself had forged Dao Martial Arts and could be called a grandmaster of her generation, the two of them together would still need to wait for another once-in-an-age opportunity, and cultivate for at least another forty-four years.
What she understood was Jiang Wang's feelings