"Not urgent, but no more than two months. Do you want to go back and take a look during that time?"
"Even though you know the truth now, there are still some things you have to face." Xiling replied.
Yuanen Yehui's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Yes." She said only one word.
Xiling nodded without saying more. He raised a hand and lightly sliced through the air, and a spatial rift silently opened.
"Make your preparations, then. When the time comes, I'll go with you."
"That stone I gave you last time can be used to contact me. Just inject Soul Power into it."
With that, Xiling stepped inside, leaving the two of them where they stood.
Within the spatial rift, Xiling's figure traveled through the void passage. His destination was clear: the Holy Spirit Cult, and the Demon Empress.
Deep within the Far North, inside an underground cavern encased in ten-thousand-year mystic ice, dark crimson blood flowed slowly through the earth veins, giving off a nauseating stench.
The Demon Empress sat cross-legged in the center of the cavern, her breathtakingly beautiful face shrouded in gloom.
Eight years ago, an inexplicable strike from beyond had destroyed the Blood River God-Slaying Array she had spent centuries preparing, turning her hopes of breaking through to God Level into nothing.
"Eight years..." the Demon Empress murmured, a trace of madness flashing through her eyes. "This time, I will not fail!"
"I admire your resolve."
A calm voice suddenly echoed through the cavern.
"Who is it?!" The Demon Empress shuddered and abruptly opened her eyes, staring fixedly ahead.
The aura of the nine-hundred-and-ninety-thousand-year-old Deep Sea Demonic Whale King erupted with a boom, making the entire cavern tremble.
Xiling had somehow already appeared before her, his white robes unstained by dust, as though the deathly underground cavern