Li Qingsui arrived at Divine Temple Mountain.
This place was already lonely, and after Li Qingci passed away, it became even colder and more desolate.
Divine Temple Mountain welcomed a ray of light, the clouds no longer shrouded the Disaster Realm's sky, instead revealing a streak of daylight.
When the last Protector of Divine Temple Mountain died, light finally arrived here.
However, the crisis of the Divine Temple was not entirely resolved; there were still countless Black Flowers blooming amidst the mountains.
"They all left... left..."
Li Qingsui squatted at the mountain's summit, hugging her knees, looking at the garden her sister left behind, murmuring softly.
Returning to the Divine Temple, she was no longer the Li Family Master who held power over life and death in the outside world.
At this moment, she seemed just like an ordinary little girl.
In fact, that was indeed the case.
She still had two years before she turns eighteen.
