The Holy Emperor's voice did not answer her startled question. It merely issued an unquestionable command:
"Go to the old site of Jialing Pass."
Jialing Pass? Ye Xishui furrowed her brows tightly.
That was the site of the decisive battle ten thousand years ago, the battle that had ended the Spirit Hall Empire.
Mountains of corpses and a Sea of Blood, with resentment soaring into the heavens—it was a precious cultivation ground for Evil Soul Masters.
But why had the Holy Emperor specifically named that place? And why the urgency?
Though her heart was full of doubts, she did not dare delay in the slightest.
"Yes!" Ye Xishui respectfully bowed toward the void, though she had no idea where the Holy Emperor was.
The blood-red glow receded, and the deathly aura settled.
Ye Xishui ended her seclusion. Her figure became a faint blood-colored shadow and drifted out of the secret chamber steeped in ominous air.
Outside the chamber, a silent figure standing like a shadow raised his head the instant she appeared.
Concern and inquiry showed in Long Xiaoyao's eyes.
"Xi Shui, why is your aura so urgent? Did something go wrong with your recovery, or...?"
He had keenly noticed the excitement in Ye Xishui's eyes that had not yet completely subsided.
Ye Xishui looked at Long Xiaoyao and slowly drew a smile that mixed fanaticism, ambition, and cruelty.
It looked particularly horrifying under the dim light.
"Xiaoyao," she said, her voice slightly hoarse with excitement,
"come somewhere with me. The Holy Emperor has delivered a divine decree."
Long Xiaoyao's pupils suddenly contracted.
A divine decree? He knew full well Ye Xishui's attitude toward the so-called legend of the "Holy Emperor."
For her to say such words in that tone, could it be...?
He did not ask another question. He