Ming Xiu's eyes, initially brightened at the sight of Beiting Huang, dimmed further. His figure gently rippled within the water-like curtain of light. No one knew how much pain Ming Xiu was in at that moment. She had actually come back to life, truly come back to life. Since she was alive again, why had they made him come back as well?
Ten thousand years ago, he had died under the sword of the Devil Emperor; however, the Devil Emperor did not shatter his Soul Realm, granting him a chance to be reborn. Eight thousand years ago, he used that Soul Realm to refine a new body for himself.
Realizing that eight thousand years had passed, and during those years, the Devil Emperor had descended upon countless planes without ever collecting all of Huang Jiu's soul fragments, Ming Xiu felt a sense of utter despair. He wished he had never come back to life.
