“Dead, Yun Yi truly is dead,” the primordial heavenly emperor repeated with anguish.

“Mmhmm,” the newcomer nodded. “I would not be free if she was not dead.”

Violetgrave.

Violetgrave had originally appeared as the physical manifestation of the Netherdark Hell. Only later did Lu Yun understand who she was—Ancestor’s divine weapon.

The god of Mount Tai wasn’t capable of independently creating hell dao and building the five hells by himself. There were many hands in the shadows behind his feats.

Violetgrave was one of the most important links for these accomplishments. She’d hid herself as a sword to conceal her identity, successfully pulling the wool over other people’s eyes....