"Has he hidden away?" Above the heavens, Ye Zhi stood on a celestial crane, her stunningly cold face revealing a trace of surprise and disappointment.
Yes.
Indeed, disappointment.
What sustained her relentless advance for nearly a hundred years? She did it without fear, challenging life and death, fighting! Fighting!! What was the driving force behind her endless battles?
It was Su Chen.
Back then, she was defeated by Su Chen.
Like a needle stabbing into her throat.
She wanted nothing more than to remove that needle.
Sometimes, when overly exhausted from training, she would dream of Su Chen while sleeping.
Dreaming of that face.
Dreaming of defeating him.
A century of effort was not in vain; finally, today, she had reached the Pseudo-Divine Level's Later Stage Realm!
Moreover, she had cultivated three secret techniques, each a top-level secret technique from the Nether Soul Hall. They had equipped her with a terrifying strength far surpassing her realm.
