"I understand now..."
Baili Fengzhi sighed again, slowly closed her eyes, fell silent for a moment, and then softly said, "Mother, why didn't you come to find me sooner, waiting until today? Do you know how much I've missed you over the years..."
Yan Yue, the Divine Monarch, was slightly startled, then embraced her, saying softly, "It was mother's fault. When we return to the Demon Clan, your father and I will surely compensate you..."
"Mother..."
Her soft murmur, like a helpless sigh, was also like a sorrowful low chant.
"Fengzhi, start quickly, once you..."
"Puchi."
In an instant, a delicate hand wreathed in seven-colored flames suddenly pierced through Yan Yue's chest, and strands of seven-colored flames surged directly at her Primordial Spirit, the dreadful flames burning the soul and burying the spirit, instantly engulfing her Primordial Spirit completely.
