The slender figure in the waterside pavilion continued to watch him in silence. After a long while, a cold, indifferent voice finally spoke.
"There's no need to do anything. Whether the Sword Ancestor comes or not makes no difference."
No difference?
The Speaker was a little surprised, but a surge of delight immediately welled up inside him.
Could it be that this senior already had absolute confidence...
"Congratulations, sen—"
Before he could finish his congratulatory words, everything before the Speaker's eyes began to fade away. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by strange purple clouds.
A purple mound of flesh lay hidden in the clouds, like a gigantic, beating heart. It was deeply unsettling.
And the calm in his heart had once again turned taut, thoughts of fear rising without end.
Clearly, he had been sent out of the deepest part of the Secret Realm.
"..."
Come on, senior, couldn't you have just tossed me straight out?!
The Speaker sighed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. He could only follow the path he had taken in and make his way out, one step at a time.
Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the Secret Realm, a place like a celestial paradise,
the slender figure sat in the waterside pavilion, her expression cool and distant. Her fair, delicate skin squirmed incessantly.
"Heaven gave birth to all things to nourish mankind..."
A vast, boundless voice rang in her ear, but it had barely spoken half a sentence when the cold voice cut it off.
"That's enough."
The vast, boundless voice paused.
Then a flash of multicolored light shone in the slender figure's eyes. A divine being, seemingly formed from seven-colored radiance, appeared before her as if it had walked out of Remote Antiquity.
Yet a terrifying sword-light