In Purple Sky Hall, the gilded beast furnace exhaled wisps of green smoke. Chu Qingyun watched his father's finger trace across a Star Map, a tribute from the Western Regions, where the positions of the Twenty-eight Constellations were marked in vermillion.
Ji Xiaosong's hand flew to the Jade Pendant at her waist—the pattern formed by the constellations was unmistakably a Blood Sacrifice Array she had seen in her space.
'Because her memories of past worlds had been wiped, she didn't know when she had acquired the Blood Sacrifice Array in her space. Perhaps she had casually tossed it in during her time in some Cultivation World.'
"A few years ago, while traveling through the Southern Border, I chanced upon a Daoist. He told me that while I possess supreme authority, I lack eternal life. Qingyun, tell me, is that not a great pity?"
