“What’s wrong?”

As she stared at Yun Che, who had suddenly fallen into a quiet daze, Qianye Ying’er’s delicate brows knit together as she asked that question suspiciously.

“...” Yun Che’s eyes froze in place and he didn’t respond.

That was a woman’s voice, and it was the most faint and ephemeral voice he had ever heard in his life.

It had been more soft and cottony than a floating cloud, more mild than a gentle breeze. It sounded as if it had come from both a long distant era and the deepest depths of a dream.

However, that voice did not ring out again amidst the silence. He closed his eyes and focused, but he could not sense the existence of any soul or spirit… His mind seemed to be autonomously telling him that the voice that he had heard had just been a trick of the ears.

“Who are you?”

He asked inside his own soul… but he did not get a reply even after a long time had passed.

He stretched out his hand to touch the Primordial Seal of Life and Death once more, but no other voice rang out in the sea of his soul even after a long time had passed.

“Just what is going on?” Qianye Ying’er asked again as she stared at Yun Che’s strange state.

Yun Che moved his fingers away from the Primordial Seal of Life and Death as he replied calmly, “Nothing. As a Heavenly Profound Treasure, the Sky Poison Pearl reacted uniquely to it.”

Ni… Xuan...

That was the Heretic God’s name.

Had he been mistaken?

Qianye Ying’er gave him a sharp look, but she did not pursue the matter further. She started to speak in a slow and measured manner, “It was the Brahma Monarch...