Published: March 9, 2025
Young Master Wei said solemnly, “Her Majesty the Empress sacrificed her transcendent cultivation level, using all her power to bury the entire City of Spirits underground, preserving it here. Moreover, she shattered her divine thought, turning it into a protective shield for the City of Spirits. That is how the City of Spirits has remained intact until now.”
Chu Yang fell silent for a moment, feeling the sorrow and heaviness in his heart. He asked softly, “Do you know the name of this empress…?”
Young Master Wei replied, “The empress's surname is Wu, and her honored name is… Wu Qiongxiao.”
“Wu Qiongxiao…” Chu Yang murmured the name, unable to help but look again.
The calm yet majestic gaze of the elf queen seemed to return his look at that moment.
Chu Yang felt his heart tremble violently once more.
As his gaze wandered, he noticed many other decorations in the hall. On each side of the walls hung a piece of calligraphy, both in the same handwriting, clearly penned by the elf queen herself. The elegant script exuded an aura of infinite majesty and dominance.
On the left side was written: “In my lifetime's ambition, I shall break through the Nine Heavens, dance upon Heaven's Gate, never shall I be unable to shatter the void and ascend!”
Chu Yang's heart quivered; this empress truly had… an audacity! To not be invincible, yet prefer to remain here rather than shatter the void and ascend.
On the right wall, there were only five brief characters: “I dance alone amidst the wind and clouds!”
Dancing alone amidst the wind and clouds.
Could it be that in that era, there was not a single person who could rival her?
Chu Yang focused intently on the queen, and her gaze seemed to return once more. This time, something stirred within him, and he couldn't pull his eyes away.
He had no way of knowing how much time passed—perhaps it was merely a fleeting moment, or perhaps an entire lifetime...
Suddenly, with a “whoosh,” the silence was broken. On either side of the empress's throne, a pair of snow-white sheets of paper fluttered out. With a swoosh, they extended several feet from the armrests of the throne and laid flat on the ground.
It was as if the elf queen had suddenly stood up, her graceful figure dancing with white sleeves swaying in the air, resembling a beauty resting lazily in her chair with long sleeves trailing on the ground, exuding infinite softness...
Although it was just two sheets of white paper that appeared abruptly, the unparalleled charm of that moment was deeply engraved in the minds of all who witnessed it, eternal and unforgotten.
Young Master Wei exclaimed in surprise; why had such an event not happened before when he was here? Why could it be triggered by Chu Yang’s arrival? What was the reason? And what kind of changes would this bring?!
At that moment, words unexpectedly appeared on the originally spotless sheets of paper.
Golden characters flickered into existence, gradually appearing on the white sheets.
Chu Yang looked closely.
On the first sheet on the left was written: “Who will accompany me in the Qiongxiao dance amidst the wind and clouds?”
The second sheet on the right read: “Who will accompany me in the pride of the Nine Heavens?”
Both lines were questions. “Who will accompany me in the Qiongxiao dance amidst the wind and clouds? Who will accompany me in the pride of the Nine Heavens?” Although they were questions, the commanding aura within them seemed to devour the heavens and the earth, unmatched and unparalleled, perhaps only to each other could they provide companionship.
That unmatched pride seemed to span across a hundred thousand years, soaring through the air! It was pride, it was aloofness, yet it was also loneliness, solitude, and a trace of helplessness...
Chu Yang’s heart jolted, and he suddenly looked up.
The empress remained seated in her previous gentle demeanor, her slightly narrowed eyes seemingly fixed on him.
That ruler of the world’s aura seemed ready to envelop him at any moment.