Fusang Sacred Land.
Beneath the Fusang Divine Tree, where dazzling golden radiance shone, ten thousand divine rays bloomed, and the laws of the Solar Dao circled without end, a beautiful woman of regal bearing stood in a daze.
She gazed quietly at the Sun Immortal Fruit before her, a little lost in thought. No one knew what was on her mind.
While the Great Sun Sword Heir walked toward the glory of his sword path, the Fusang Holy Maiden waited here in silence.
She waited for an even more dazzling victory, and for the death that might come.
It was entirely possible that, in the next instant, she would die without a sound, her soul utterly destroyed.
The feeling that death could come at any moment, that her fate was beyond her control, could make anyone restless, even drive them mad. Before life and death, even an eighth-step Dao Child could not remain entirely composed, especially when neither lay in his own hands.
Yet this woman remained composed throughout, without a trace of agitation.
As though this were merely a peaceful afternoon.
As though she were simply admiring flowers blooming in a garden, with nothing that called for special attention. It was all perfectly ordinary.
"H-hello."
"You're really good at keeping your mind calm."
A timid woman poked her head out from among the branches nearby, speaking with a hint of admiration.
This woman was, of course, the Fusang Holy Maiden of this era.
One should not assume that every generation's Fusang Holy Maiden was the same.
Nor should one assume that the person chosen by every Fusang Holy Maiden would ultimately become a True Immortal Heir. Even among innate immortal races such as the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan, few True Immortal Heirs had appeared throughout the endless