So that was it. So that was it.
No wonder the Nine Li clan had already suffered a crushing defeat, yet they still sent people across thousands of miles to hunt them down.
No wonder that even after fleeing to the other side of Central Province, they were still pursued, with not a single member of the Nine Li clan spared. A dignified Human Emperor—without cause or reason, how could he possibly act with such petty narrowness?
The Nine Li clan had lost far more than a single war. What they had lost was the destiny of becoming the Human Emperor.
With no possibility of rising again, continuing to hunt down the Nine Li clan under such circumstances was utterly unnecessary, a pointless drain of manpower and resources.
Only now did Li Su finally understand why the Human Emperor had sent Imperial Daughter Ba across thousands of miles to pursue the surviving members of the Nine Li clan at any cost.
It had never been about uprooting them completely. It was about obtaining the blood of the Nine Li clan—or rather, the blood of the Witch Clan.
The city before him was indeed connected to the Human Emperor Dynasty. In fact, it had been summoned forth by the Human Emperor Dynasty.
It came from the past—not several centuries ago, nor several millennia ago, but from before the War of Witches and Demons.
The reason the city before him was so bizarre lay in its very nature: it was half real, half false.
In the past, it had been real.
In the present, it was false.
Its true form was nothing else than the mental worlds Li Su had encountered so many times before.
This city originated from the memories within the mind of some great power who had fallen during