At a bend in the mine tunnel, Zhang Ping sat in a pool of blood.
Her head was tilted as if in deep thought. In her bloodshot eyes, amidst the chaos and madness, there was a trace of bewilderment.
Bewildered about what?
Zhang Ping thought:
'Compared to the descendants she had so meticulously nurtured, she, who had been given up on by her clan long ago, had instead steadily advanced in her Cultivation. Now, as a dual cultivator of the Nascent Soul and Refining Spirit paths, her strength could even surpass that of an ordinary Human Race Celestial Immortal.'
'Perhaps more than just ordinary ones. Zhang Ping clearly remembered she had even killed a Mid-Stage Celestial Immortal before.'
'So, was it worth it?'
'Why, in the end? Why had she ended up like this?'
'What had she truly gained in her life? What had she left behind?'
'A battle record that shook the Nine Provinces?'
