On the barren mountain, a cold wind swept up a few withered leaves.
Han Yu looked at the white-haired woman whose back was turned to her.
"Master, what do you intend to do with this shattered continent?"
The fifteenth-realm cultivator had fallen, the fourteenth-realm cultivators had all perished, and nine-tenths of the world's greatest fighting strength was gone.
The white-haired woman before these two lonely graves was now the undisputed sovereign of this world.
With a single nod from Su Yueli, Han Yu could immediately descend the mountain, sweep away the surviving factions still fighting over territory with her heavy sword, and establish a supreme divine dynasty that ruled all four seas.
Su Yueli did not turn around.
She remained seated cross-legged between Shen Qing'an's and Shen Huai'an's graves, her gaze resting on the few fresh blades of grass that had just sprouted from the burial mounds.
"Do what with it?"
Su Yueli's voice was utterly flat, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
"The rise and fall of dynasties and sects in the Cultivation World is the most tedious natural process under heaven. People live a hundred years before going into the earth. A dynasty's fortune lasts a thousand years at most. All that fighting and grasping, all those battles to the death-in the end, it all amounts to a handful of yellow earth."
Su Yueli raised her hand and picked the dirt from beneath her fingernails, bit by bit.
"I've lived too long. Watching these factions fight over the world is terribly dull. Let them kill if they wish, let them plunder if they wish. What does it have to do with me?"
Han Yu froze at those words, then fell silent.
She understood.
Her master had long since risen beyond the worldly struggles of this continent.
Against her