Sadly, Blue Star was so distant that even Yun Si struggled to locate it. Yun Qing had come from there to Heavenly Origin through an accident with odds of one in countless trillions, bringing Yun Si a happy stretch of time with a son by her side. It had been a miracle almost impossible to repeat.
If the pull of Yun Qing's home planet had never stirred, things might still have been manageable; a wisp of remnant spirit might have drifted briefly through the void. But once that remnant spirit was triggered, his True Spirit would float out of Heavenly Origin and fall into the boundless reaches beyond...
The fissures between the heavens, the turbulent currents of the World Sea, and the tides of Dao Principles filling that place would grind that fragile trace of spiritual breath into nothing in less than an instant.
Thus, the cruelest thing that day was not the death of the young man named Ji Shuo. It was that Yun Si, a Dao Lord Realm cultivator with powers that reached the heavens, could not defy fate to summon her beloved son's soul and rebuild his body.
Neither ghosts nor gods could save him; neither medicine nor remedies could heal him. The mother and her two sons were truly separated by life and death, with no prospect of ever meeting again.
"Heh, heh, heh... the Eight Directions Divine Platforms."
That day, bone-deep agony ignited the Dao fire Lady Sovereign Yun Si had cultivated all her life.
Boundless fury swept across the Wei River. Alone, she faced three Dao Lords, staining the long river with blood as the fierce battle raged without end.
Of the Eight Directions Divine Platforms' three Dao Lords, two fell beneath Yun Si's Dao, while the last fled in defeat. Yun Si forcibly