Fusang Sacred Land.
"Pff!"
At a certain moment, the Fusang Holy Maiden coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her beautiful face abruptly turned ashen, and her hair withered into dry gray-white strands.
Even more terrifyingly, her vitality was draining away at a horrifying speed, like a great river bursting its banks. No matter what she did, it could not be stopped. She was rapidly approaching death.
The Fusang Holy Maiden of this era watched it all silently.
She mourned for one of her own kind.
This was the path of the Fusang Holy Maiden. When the one she had chosen died, the Fusang Holy Maiden would die as well. It was that cruel and merciless.
No matter how glorious the future had been, no matter how beautiful the hopes of the past, they had now reached their end and marched toward death, dying just as generation after generation of Fusang Holy Maidens had died.
How rare was a Fusang Holy Maiden who attained the rank of Empress?
Luck, talent, opportunity, luck... these countless hardships stood like mountains and rivers. The obstacles they encountered were no fewer than those faced by cultivators on any other path.
"Hm?"
The Fusang Holy Maiden of this era suddenly gave a soft cry of surprise. "Why are you dying so slowly?"
"It seems you can still live for another day or two."
"Has the Great Dao of the later Fusang Sacred Land shifted again?"
She knew that many Fusang Holy Maidens had been unwilling to live and die alongside the ones they chose. They had always tried to make breakthroughs in this regard and cast off their shackles. This was the view held by one faction.
Nothing in this endless starry sky was fixed or eternally unchanging.
The view of the other faction was the