The sudden voice sent a shudder through Mandala. She spun around and saw Jiang Yun walking out of the void, a spatial rift that had yet to dissipate behind him.
The aura drifting out of that rift felt familiar to her. It was the aura of the Ancient Heavenly Palace.
"Senior." Mandala instinctively rose respectfully and looked at Jiang Yun with excitement, eager to learn what had happened in the Ancient Heavenly Palace. Just then, she suddenly noticed the familiar Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand and exclaimed in surprise, "That's the Heavenly Emperor Sword, the sword the Heavenly Emperor once carried! You actually brought it out! You went to the Heavenly Emperor Mausoleum? What happened there? How did that battle end?"
"The Heavenly Emperor has fallen completely. He passed on One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones and the Heavenly Emperor Sword." Jiang Yun looked at the Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand, which he had finished preliminarily refining, and spoke softly to Mandala.
"The Heavenly Emperor..." Hearing this news so suddenly, a trace of sorrow flashed through Mandala's eyes. In the end, she had not managed to see the Heavenly Emperor one last time.
"I did find your original body on this trip. Consider it payment for giving me the location of the Ancient Heavenly Palace!"
Without comforting her, Jiang Yun swept his sleeve. Endless dark light immediately bloomed, and an eerie, bewitching Ancient Divine Flower appeared in midair, floating up and down.
Endless dark light radiated from it like a black hole, actually causing even the light to vanish within it.
"This is..."
Mandala gazed at the bewitching flower before her, excitement appearing on her usually icy little face. She carefully stroked the Mandala Flower. Rather than resisting her touch at all, the dark patterns of light