Fusang Holy Land.
Radiant with golden splendor, ten thousand divine lights blossomed. Beneath the Fusang Divine Tree, where the Sun Dao Rules incessantly revolved, stood a graceful, beautiful woman, slightly dumbfounded.
She gazed quietly at the Sun Immortal Fruit before her, slightly lost in thought, unsure of what she was contemplating.
As Dari Swordsman moved toward his sword path's splendor, the Fusang Saintess was also quietly waiting here.
Waiting for an even more brilliant victory, waiting for the possible arrival of death.
Even if in the next moment, she were to die silently, her Divine Soul utterly annihilated, it was entirely possible.
This sensation of imminent death, of having no control over one's destiny, could be unsettling, driving one to madness. Even the Eight-step Daoist couldn't fully face such life and death with composure, especially when that life and death lay beyond their control.
Yet this woman ever remained composed, showing not a hint of agitation.
