"So many people will never meet again!"
"Even if they do, they may no longer recognize one another!"
High above the nine heavens, amid a vast expanse of immortal palaces, Li Qingyue murmured softly.
Her gaze slowly rose toward a statue holding a spear among the heavenly palaces, sensing the pulses of will emanating from it.
After a hundred thousand years, the ruined palaces of the Heavenly Court she had moved here herself, and the statue she had carved with her own hands, had grown ever more lifelike.
She could almost see that elfin girl in blue standing there, smiling softly at her, comforting her.
Back then, to gather faith, she had not only incorporated her Heavenly Emperor Vision but also collected ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Court.
She had to admit that, when it came to gathering faith and the power of thoughts, she alone fell far short of the influence wielded by those who had founded sects or established heavenly courts.
Even though she had once been the Heavenly Emperor, a Heavenly Emperor standing alone was destined to be slowly buried within the Space-Time River.
Unlike the Ancient Heavenly Court, which people still spoke of as a legend even millions of years later.
Of course, that was also because her heart had never been set on such things.
Having swept everything aside, she found little in this world worth lingering over.
Even her inheritances had been left behind casually. She had never thought of founding a power whose influence would endure through eternal ages.
With her heart elsewhere, how could she have devoted herself to such things?
Hum!
The statue trembled, seemingly sensing Li Qingyue's emotions, and scattered flecks of light that swirled around her.
It seemed to whisper.
It seemed to dance beside her.
She thought of