Shrouding the Heavens: Those Years as the Female Emperor's Strictest Master

There were still many corpses of prodigies here, waiting for her to devour their Origin blood essence and undergo another transformation.

But the hollow feeling in her chest, the stabbing pain brought by loneliness, made her feel as though she could not muster even the slightest bit of motivation.

Her tears had already run dry.

Beneath the Bronze Mask, her face no longer bore the slightest expression.

Her cold, desolate eyes were like bottomless icy pools, and the ruthlessness filling them now was far more violent than before.

It was them, those damned things...

If not for them, the contingency her master had left within the ring would not have been triggered...

They all deserved to die!!

But they were already dead...

Her thoughts drifted. After a long while, she slowly sat up. Her movements were somewhat stiff, yet exceptionally steady.

Then, she slowly lowered her head and looked at the Bronze Ring resting quietly in her palm.

She looked at it for a long, long time.

Then, with extreme slowness, she put it on her finger.

Perhaps it had been warmed by the heat of her palm. Its previous icy touch was gone, but in her loneliness now, it could no longer bring her even a trace of the warmth and comfort it once had.

Snap...

She stood up and dusted the grains of sand from her black dress. Her gaze swept across the mountains of corpses and seas of blood around her before turning toward the starry sky in the distance.

There were no words, no expression.

Only an exceptionally ruthless aura quietly spread from her body.

Boom!

The next moment, she circulated the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art, and a violent, bizarre force of suction erupted.

The demonic energy normally restrained beneath the skin of her graceful body