From within that grave, from the shattered Ghost Face Mask, came a faint voice, carrying regret, defiance, and pleading, as though it had crossed the ages.
Although the mask was made of ordinary copper and crudely crafted, it possessed an inscrutable charm. Lying within the grave, it made their hearts tremble.
Taiyi sighed. He knew that the Ruthless Great Emperor had used a heaven-defying forbidden divine art to reconstruct scenes she wished to know, allowing her elder brother's final words before his death to endure.
"Not to become an immortal, but only to wait for you to return in this mortal world."
A woman's voice seemed to descend from the Nine Heavens, making even the gods tremble. Throughout heaven and earth, she alone reigned supreme, having chosen a path the world could not understand.
The Eastern Emperor was not the only one who could hear it.
At that moment, Lin Jia, Yao Xi, the Dragon Horse, Little White Tiger, An Miaoyi, the Jade Lake Holy Maiden, and the others all shuddered. A woman who stood proud above the ages and looked down upon the past, present, and future had spoken words that endured through eternity.
No stele stood before the earthen grave, nor could any interwoven Dao Marks be seen, yet it stretched across the formation, enduring imperishably. It could only be called a miracle.
In a daze, Taiyi seemed to see a little girl, no more than two or three years old. Her figure was indistinct, her hair tied into two little horn-shaped pigtails. He could not make out her face, only a pair of clear, tear-filled eyes as she cried pitifully. Her little clothes were patched, and her toes poked out of her little shoes. She helplessly stretched out her small hands, trying desperately to grasp something.
"Xiao