The Heavenly Monarch's movements paused slightly as he turned his head to glance at Yu Ziqing.
"I know her. She... is my... closest friend, I suppose. She fell long, long ago."
Yu Ziqing understood. He'd known it—back then, when he dug Yu Shengqin out from here, turning a human's remains into the Fourth Ancient Demon, it definitely wasn't a coincidence.
Maybe he wouldn't have thought too much of it back then, but now he knew about this line that stretched from the Extreme North all the way into the Void.
It was equivalent to blocking off a huge passage between the incomplete present world and the Void, cutting inside from outside.
In a place this important, how could just anyone be buried here? There was absolutely no way just anyone could sit here waiting for the chance to become the Fourth Ancient Demon, to have their consciousness awaken.
