These materials finally had a use.
Hiss... hiss...
With a thought, hundreds of millions of streams of black demonic qi surged around her, Myriad Daos interweaving as Chaos Dao Laws evolved into a bloom of emperor flame that rose from her fair palm.
She then controlled the flames, instantly enveloping the bronze fragments and those scraps of Immortal Gold.
She used no supreme artifact-refining technique. For now, she merely used the purest Emperor Dao Laws and Chaos Origin as fire, and the indelible longing and obsession in her heart as the catalyst, carrying out the simplest yet most complicated refinement.
She wanted to recast that Ghost Face Mask.
Using her brother's relics as its foundation, Immortal Gold as its bones, the Emperor Dao as its fire, and obsession as its soul.
To forge a Ghost Face Mask that could hide the wounds filling her heart...
Whoosh...
The chaos flames danced as the materials slowly melted and fused.
Before she knew it,
the blurry ghost face pattern, smiling through tears and weeping through smiles, emerged on its own amid the melting flames. Its outline gradually became clear, as though an invisible hand were following memories of the past to carve it anew.
The process lasted several days.
When the final wisp of chaos flame died out, a familiar yet unfamiliar mask quietly floated before Li Qingjue.
The mask was dark cyan, flowing with faint Chaos Qi and glimmers of various Immortal Gold. It was neither metal nor jade, cool and smooth to the touch.
The ghost face pattern upon it was clearer than in her memories, and also more intricate.
Sorrow hid deep within its smile lines, while determination flickered amid its tear marks, as though every extreme emotion in the world had been condensed into this single face.
Rustle...
She