In the Void, the flames of war raged.
Zhu Yao quietly watched the distant battlefield.
This was absolutely the most... outrageous and unbelievable battle she had witnessed in her hundred-odd thousand years of life.
Even Zhu Yao, accustomed to the brutal slaughter of Ancient Times, could not help a deeply complicated look flashing across her face.
So crude.
So unruly.
And yet... so brimming with life.
"What are you thinking about?"
A weak voice came from behind her.
Holding her chest, Feng Qing slowly landed beside Zhu Yao.
Although most of her injuries had healed, the depletion of her Origin Source still left this ever beauty-conscious Phoenix looking somewhat listless.
Watching those young people work together seamlessly, Zhu Yao sighed softly. "I always think of them as Jiutian, Shi Yin... but whenever I calm myself and observe them, I find they don't really seem alike."
Feng Qing followed her gaze, just in time to see Xie Changsheng slash his sword across Luo Hou's neck, then grease his heels and flee faster than a rabbit.
She could not help bursting into laughter, but it tugged at the injury in her chest, and she hurriedly frowned and coughed twice.
"They don't."
Feng Qing shook her head, but a relieved smile touched her lips. "That tight-lipped gourd Shi Yin could never have acted like such a scoundrel."
"Jiutian might have had a belly full of dirty tricks, but at least he still cared about his dignity as the Demon Sovereign. Unlike these bastards... they've practically cultivated 'utter shamelessness' to the Immortal Emperor Realm."
At that, Zhu Yao could not help smiling too.
Yet a barely perceptible trace of loneliness flashed through her eyes.
"So, in the end, they're no longer the same people."
"Actually, I used to think so too." Feng Qing's smile