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

Countless questions and complex, indescribable emotions surged like a burst dam into her already restless state of mind.

Who knew how long passed.

When everything had settled into dust.

When the sun sank beyond the western hills and the moon shone amid sparse stars.

Within the void, the last two strands of Clear Radiance silently slipped into the Bronze Ring, which had been empty for so long.

At the same time, a faint glimmer burrowed into the Sea of Consciousness between the black-skirted woman's brows.

Outside, Li Qingjue's footsteps paused slightly as her consciousness suddenly blurred.

Then.

Within the Immortal Platform, light and shadows shifted.

A figure unlike the manifestation of Clear Radiance slowly condensed.

Though still just as illusory, it was undoubtedly far clearer than the fleeting, vague image from daytime.

That familiar, towering aura remained. Deep eyes calmly watched Li Qingjue.

"Mas... Master!"

The moment she saw that figure clearly, Li Qingjue's primordial spirit violently trembled with emotion, and her cry carried a sobbing note.

She wanted to throw herself forward and embrace her master, only to find herself completely unable to move.

"Little girl, your master once sent out three strands of Clear Radiance. Each could resolve one fatal calamity for you. You already used one during the day..."

Tan Lin's phantom slowly spoke.

His voice seemed as calm and indifferent as ever.

Yet Li Qingjue did not know whether it was merely her imagination, but she could sense that his tone this time held an almost imperceptible gentleness absent before:

"Half a fortnight ago, your master had already faded away. What you see now is merely a wisp of lingering thought attached to the Clear Radiance. Now, it too has reached its final moment and is about to disperse, so I thought I might as well