Her arms were like jade, clear and luminous. In white, she possessed a grace beyond compare.
But now those jade-like arms and dazzling white robes were stained with great patches of blood.
They stood out like red plum blossoms scattered across snow, beautiful in a desolate way.
Their owner did not care.
Meng Chuan turned his head and saw Ruthless. Her eyes were open, she was breathing, and she was alive.
He could not help smiling.
"See? I told them they were wrong. Great Emperor, you were only tired. After a little sleep, you'd wake up soon enough."
"Why do I suddenly feel a little tired too..."
Meng Chuan's voice was faint.
"Then sleep. Sleep for a while. Everything will be better when you wake up," Ruthless said softly, a trace of gentleness in her voice.
Meng Chuan smiled. "The Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors are all gone. The Dark Race can't perform another Sacrifice now. The Boundary Sea is safe."
"Perhaps I really can sleep for a while..."
With that, Meng Chuan closed his eyes and lost consciousness.
The backlash from bringing an Immortal King back was an unbearable burden even for a Quasi-Immortal Emperor. It was too cruel.
This was a realm no one below an Immortal Emperor could touch.
That the Heavenly Laws barred those below Immortal Emperors from wielding this Authority was a restriction, but it was also a form of protection.
It could truly kill someone. It was no joke.
Meng Chuan's body went limp and leaned against Ruthless. She supported him, keeping him from falling.
She examined him and found that his vitality endured. Even the wounds on his body were slowly healing.
That meant his life was not in danger. He was merely in a coma-like state, sunk into the deepest sleep to protect himself.