Waiting for Someone-Is There a Difference? Is There No Difference?

The divine general within the mountain of corpses was about to awaken and drag the martial world of the human realm into a war of blood and fire.

This was the end of Ming Yue's account of what had happened.

Did this also prove that Ming Yue's earlier premonition had been correct—that something had changed within this umbilical cord, forcing her to take another step forward?

Ming Yue's gaze was now cold and clear as she said, "After everything that happened this time, I suppose I reached this point through a series of strange twists of fate."

Her voice was clearly elegant and pleasing, yet at this moment, Duan Yun and Ming Xing could no longer hear any emotion in it.

Her entire being had grown colder as well, like snow atop a high mountain. Or rather, she seemed even less human—like a deity untouched by the smoke and fire of the mortal world.

What surprised Duan Yun was her injuries. In this great battle, both he and Ming Yue had suffered serious wounds, injured inside and out.

He had endured until now and appeared not too badly hurt only because he had constantly been using lightning to heal himself. This was one of the main reasons he could defeat powerful enemies again and again.

He could suffer injuries, but he could also treat them. If others suffered wounds just as grave and could not heal them, then defeat was inevitable. It could be said that he was the model of one who cultivated both medicine and martial arts.

Yet at this moment, Ming Yue's injuries seemed to have vanished.

Those twisted wounds from before had now become smooth as a mirror, leaving behind only faint traces, as shallow as white marks scratched across jade.

From the perspective of Duan