Wu Yu now had no way to help Nangong Wei.

However, she was well and truly gone, and there was no hope.

However, he still shadowed the eternal phoenix tribe closely. Even if the slightest chance presented itself, he would take it.

He was waiting for a chance.

He had to follow them closely. Finding them again in the vastness of the Great Void Immortal Path would cost him a few years, or perhaps even longer.

It required exquisite patience.

He followed from afar, in the shadows. His eye was always on the Dancing Flame Phoenix Lord, on her every expression and smile, her every action.

Sometimes, Wu Yu would mistake her for Nangong Wei. But he knew that she definitely was not her. Nangong Wei was as good as devoured and fused into her, a minuscule part of who she was.

Yet the more similar they were, the more unbearable it was for Wu Yu. His killing intent began to rise imperceptibly.

Wu Yu had once had his body stolen by the Ancient Emperor. Fortunately, he had managed to wrest it back. But Nangong Wei was not so...