The empress had left. Her grace truly stood unrivaled, a peerless immortal maiden everyone longed to possess yet could never attain, someone a single glance made one afraid to profane.
Known as Ruthless, she had risen from humble beginnings, fought her way into the Nine Heavens, and become an empress. She had undergone nirvana across many lives, not to become an immortal, but only to wait for your return in the mortal world.
She was, in every sense, the most ruthless figure of the Shrouding the Heavens era.
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Xiao Tian suppressed the hollow sense of loss in his heart. He felt like a scumbag, falling for every woman he met. He thought he had already become ensnared in love; one glimpse of the empress had ruined him for life. He gazed downstream as the surging river of history rushed away. Every rising wave might hold the rises and falls of an entire era calendar, and atop each wave stood figures who rode the tides of their age, all outstanding heavenly prodigies belonging to their own eras.
The Witch, Bai Qian, felt as though she had become a blade of grass, trampled and grazed upon by animals until only her roots remained. Each year she withered and flourished, weathering wind and rain, slowly awakening spiritual awareness and cultivating little by little. She firmly believed that even a blade of grass could succeed in cultivation, that even a blade of grass could cut down the stars in the sky.
Thus, while others gained opportunities to become True Dragon hatchlings or Immortal Phoenix chicks, the Witch, Bai Qian, had truly soared into the heavens this time. She had originally been a spirit maple that cultivated a human form, so she was fairly compatible with the nine-leaf sword grass. She had