"Yunxi, don't mess with this old man's steamed whale. Young lady, you should learn when I’m displaying my cooking skills. Don't be impetuous. Speaking of which, you’re two hundred years old now, not young anymore. The years haven’t been forgiving. Do you understand the indifference of the Heavenly Dao? If you don't understand it now, you will when you turn three hundred. But it's a pity, you have to die today." Autarch Qian laughed heartily.

Weisheng Yunxi's struggle formed a sharp contrast to his ease. On the other side, Li Wudi was still fighting the autarch beast. After all, the autarch beast was a second-level empyrean saint, two levels higher than Li Wudi. Autach Qian still controlled the overall situation.

At this moment, the Nebula Emperor Whale's voice gradually weakened. When the white mist dissipated, the bright stars on its body suddenly dimmed and the starry sky turned into a dark night. Its soul was torn apart by the Cyclic Mirror.

"It’s out of the pot! Smells great!” laughed Autarch Qian.

Weisheng Yunxi stood there blankly with bloodshot eyes and a pain-filled expression. She had lost. Once again, she was defeated by Autarch Qian's calculations and means. Her Nebula Emperor Whale was dead.

"Nebula…"

She suddenly found it difficult...