"Reporting to Lady Qing Yuan, Palace Master."
"The man carrying the axe on his back has left."
After a moment, an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace arrived outside the palace complex to deliver the report.
"I'm going to rest." As soon as Qing Yuan's words fell, she vanished.
She showed no reaction whatsoever regarding Song Changsheng's departure.
Instead, after she left, the Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace hurriedly flew down from that tall tower.
"Remember — from now on, none of you are to approach Lady Qing Yuan's residence."
"If there is anything to report, call me back." The Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace said with some displeasure.
"Understood."
Though the reporting elder had been reprimanded, he wore a smile on his face.
Once Song Changsheng had left, the hearts that had been suspended in their chests finally settled, and their moods naturally improved considerably.
But the Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace was burdened with heavy thoughts.
Qing Yuan's words just now had made her realize — this vast cultivation world was far from as simple as she had imagined.
……
Within the Primordial Killing Sea.
The white-robed woman continued gazing in the direction of that starry sky. Yet her eyes showed nothing extraordinary — they appeared perfectly ordinary.
Yet beneath those very eyes lay a visual range that ordinary people could never match no matter what methods they employed.
"My Lady, how is that little girl Eggy?"
At that moment, the Shura Sword's voice rang out.
"She's fine." After the white-robed woman answered, she looked toward the Shura Sword. "How about it?"
"Huh? How about what?" The Shura Sword was confused.
"How is Chu Feng." The white-robed woman asked.
"Oh, that's what you meant?"
"Then this King understands."
"Though he fundamentally cannot unleash this King's power."
"But given his current cultivation, with that fragile body of his, being able to borrow this King's power is already quite remarkable."
"Besides, under normal circumstances, with his level of cultivation, using this King's power would have certainly meant death."
"The other forces within him wouldn't have been able to save him either."
"Yet he actually survived — it shows this little thing's own fate is tough enough." The Shura Sword said.
"So you're willing to stay?" The white-robed woman asked.
"Going back is fine, staying is fine — this King is indifferent." The Shura Sword said.
"Then let's stay." The white-robed woman said.
"By the way, this King sensed that the so-called Divine Mother I slew was not the true body."
"I don't know where the true body is hiding. Could you perhaps help deal with it?"
"Otherwise, when that thing's true body emerges, it will definitely seek revenge on Chu Feng — how could he possibly withstand that?"
"If this King strikes again, then he really will have no chance of survival." The Shura Sword said.
The white-robed woman did not answer, but she turned her gaze toward a certain spot within the Divine Body Heavenly River.
It was neither the Pingyuan Upper Realm nor the Jinchuan Upper Realm, but rather an entirely different world.
Beneath her gaze, deep beneath the surface of that world, a woman lay reclining.
This woman had the height and build of an ordinary person.
Her eyes were tightly shut, but there were traces of dried blood at the corners of her mouth — clearly she had been injured, and not long ago. Yet the woman had not wiped the blood away, for with her eyes shut tight, she lay there silently, seemingly unable to move at all.
And this woman's face was identical to the golden phantom that the Divine Mother of the Divine Clan had transformed into.
"His own family doesn't look after him."
"I have no obligation to look after him either."
"His path is his to walk."
Withdrawing her gaze, the white-robed woman said.
"Whatever. Whether he lives or dies, this King doesn't really care." The Shura Sword said.
The white-robed woman did not respond, but a meaningful smile appeared on her face.
The white-robed woman leaned down and placed her palm on Chu Feng's forehead, whereupon a strange power continuously flowed into his body.
Though Chu Feng remained unconscious, his complexion visibly improved.
Once his vital signs had been thoroughly stabilized, the white-robed woman finally rose to her feet.