Her own life had already reached its end. What could she possibly use to restrain what happened after her death?
Besides, how could the hatred she bore toward the Female Emperor deep in her heart ever have been slight?
It was only that, because of matters from even earlier, that hatred had become complicated and difficult to untangle.
But she wanted even less for Tianxuan Holy Land to be drawn into deeper karma because of her, inviting a disaster that might annihilate it.
She knew all too well that after that woman had fallen into madness, she had become a true Ruthless one, acting without restraint. She had even imprisoned her senior brother—what could she not do?
This day, at dawn.
After sitting in a daze for a long time, Chi Xuan awoke from her stupor and felt an unprecedented weakness.
It was a weariness that came from the depths of her soul, as though all vitality were rapidly draining away.
She sensed it. Her final day might... be today.
She struggled to sit up. Rarely returning to simplicity, she did not use her cultivation, instead washing her face with clear water herself, combing her snow-white hair, and changing into a brand-new plain white gown.
Even in old age, she intended to leave with dignity.
Then, using divine sense transmission, she summoned the current core leadership of the holy land, including the present-day Holy Master, several Supreme Elders appointed by her, and the direct disciples of this generation whom she valued most.
Everyone gathered in the side hall outside the ancestral master's cave dwelling, their hearts heavy.
They saw that Chi Xuan's complexion seemed slightly better today.
Yet that improvement, like the final flash before death, only made their hearts ache more.
"You're all here."
Chi Xuan sat at