No one had expected that, on this trip, Jiang Ming's women would personally witness the Western Emperor's exquisite corpse seated cross-legged, so lifelike that she seemed alive. They also saw another corpse lying beside her, their fingers interlocked. That corpse was covered in golden hair.
Clearly, these were Yaochi's Western Emperor and Emperor Wushi's father, the great accomplished Sacred Body.
Faintly, they could almost hear the vows the two had made in life, vows as steadfast as mountains and seas, promising to grow old together. But in his twilight years, something had gone wrong with the great accomplished Sacred Body. Eerie, ominous changes had overtaken him.
Ye Fan sighed. Back then, Jiang Ming had visited this place many times and even cultivated here. But one thing was certain: he should not have been strong enough then to descend ten thousand zhang beneath Yaochi's earth veins and find this place.
After all, a Great Emperor's aura still lingered here. Anyone below the level of a Saint could not approach at all and might be crushed to pieces outright.
"Ah."
Ye Fan sighed. He did not dare draw any closer. As a Sacred Body himself, if he approached now and fell under the influence of that curse-like thing, he would surely die.
Even with the Western Emperor's help, the great accomplished Sacred Body had been unable to withstand it. Ye Fan would be even more helpless.
Most of Jiang Ming's women, however, were saddened by the love between the Western Emperor and the great accomplished Sacred Body. Failing to become immortals was one thing, but they had not even been allowed to grow old together.
The Western Emperor had been an empress of her generation, yet she could not help her own husband. How heartbroken she must have been!
Compared with the