Welcome Back, Your Majesty, the Human Emperor (4K) (Continued)

Li Qingjue murmured, her voice passing through the Bronze Mask with a metallic, utterly emotionless chill and strange echo:

"So, the true path ahead for me is not endless plunder, devouring, and accumulation,

but... forging Myriad Daos into a single furnace, using my own body as the crucible to temper the one and only Dao Seed that belongs solely to me. Only then might I evolve Chaos..."

That self-destruction long ago,

these twenty-odd years of grievous injury and seclusion, the reconstruction of her body, and her rebirth at this moment had brought her deductions regarding the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art's future path to an unprecedented height.

The mist before her path had dispersed, and she vaguely saw the gate leading to a higher realm.

Whoosh...

As her thoughts turned, a slight movement of her will caused a black gown to appear from nothingness, covering her flawless body.

The long dress fluttered without wind, specks of starlight drifting along its hem as though she wore a miniature night sky, outlining her proud figure to perfection.

Then countless strands of black demonic qi erupted from within her body, and a terrifying Vision of the Great Dao collapsing around her flashed past.

"It is time to stretch my legs..."

Her gaze turned cold as she suddenly looked toward a certain region of the starry sky.

That was the direction where Kun Zhou and Di Que had left behind traces of their aura during their final pursuit of her.

However,

just as she took a step forward, intending to seek out the two men for a preliminary reckoning, she suddenly stopped.

Whoosh!

Whoosh... whoosh...

Her powerful divine sense vaguely caught sight of it across the void.

At the edge of this silent starfield, several streaks of light were rapidly shifting toward a certain direction.