Jiang Wang had once asked Jiang Wuyou, "How did Your Highness feel during those days when Dao Martial Arts had yet to be achieved?"
Jiang Wuyou had said then, "No matter how deep the night, if you know that dawn will bring light, you will not be afraid. But the dawn of one's life—who knows when it will come? I know the future I desire will arrive someday, but I truly do not know... how much longer I must wait for that day."
She had thought she had waited for the daybreak. In truth, she would never see it.
Outside Blue Stone Palace, snow lay piled by the crowds. Within Blue Stone Palace, the tide sounded cold.
Huaying Palace Mistress carried the Fang Tian Ghost God Halberd with which the late sovereign had bathed in blood for her, and once again halted before the towering palace gates.
Forever one step too late.
During last night's upheaval over the throne, she had stood guard outside Blue Stone Palace, believing she had prevented the tragedy. Yet the tragedy had been unfolding all along.
Today, as all under heaven was draped in white, she had taken up her halberd to fight for the late sovereign, to tell her eldest brother just how outrageously wrong He was—only to be eternally confined within Blue Stone Palace once more—
She had thought she was walking out. She had thought only an instant had passed.
In truth, time had been stretched infinitely once again. She remained forever frozen on that step across the threshold. Only when the battle before Purple Extreme Hall reached its conclusion could that step truly be taken.
Her efforts, her struggle, her love and her hate! All of it was useless.
After the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss shattered, the "Boundless" Amitabha had