Clang.
The Dao-extinguishing Mysterious Ruler fell onto the surface of the North Sea.
Before it could sink, a young girl about twelve or thirteen, dressed in purple, appeared and picked it up.
The once indomitable Mysterious Ruler, which even Ancestor Han required time and great effort to wield, and which remained unscathed after clashing directly with the power of The Divine of the three realms,
lay quietly in the hands of the little girl.
It was as if it was born to be this girl's weapon, their auras perfectly in harmony and merging seamlessly.
"Long time no see..."
The young girl in purple, though young, had an air of mature wisdom on her exquisitely carved face, studying the treasure ruler in her hand, her gaze tinged with a sense of nostalgia and sigh.
She wore other adornments, such as an exquisite jade earring, a black obsidian bell around her neck, and a bracelet with a golden snake and red string on her wrist.
