Yet the Female Emperor seemed as though she had merely done something insignificant.
She withdrew her hand and slowly descended, landing atop the Divine Mountain not far away.
There rested her Demon Body—the shell of her First Life, transformed alongside her Divine Embryo and now utterly devoid of life. It still sat quietly in meditation, like an eternal statue.
Tap... tap...
At that moment, the Female Emperor walked before the Demon Body and silently gazed at that face identical to her own.
That face wore the Ghost Face Mask, seeming to smile and cry at once.
It was the mask she had worn for many years after falling into demonhood, having found her brother's relic on that Primordial Ancient Star and reforged it.
It had been the barrier separating her from the world, as well as a great symbol of her inner struggle and pain.
Now, she had understood her true heart, shed her demonic nature, and lived a Second Life.
By all reason, there was no longer any need for her to wear this mask at all times.
Yet after a brief hesitation, the Female Emperor still raised her hand and gently removed the mask from the Demon Body's face.
Beneath the mask was a peerless face identical to hers now, though it lacked that ethereal vitality and carried a touch more loneliness.
Holding the mask, the Female Emperor fell silent for a moment before finally raising it slowly toward the face of her Second Life.
But at the instant the mask was about to touch her face,
she stopped.
Because she sensed a gaze resting upon her.
She turned her head and followed that gaze.
It was Tan Lin.
At some unknown point, he had regained some consciousness and was standing not far away, silently watching her.
His