At the same time.
Far away in an isolated, uninhabited Immortal Cave on the nine layered heaven.
A raspy voice sounded: "The time is almost here, isn't it? The child born of the Heavenly Dao is about to come of age."
The person standing opposite him had a blurry face, clearly concealed by a special Mana.
Yet the faint scar on his left hand stood out somewhat.
He chuckled: "Indeed, the time is almost here. On the day she comes of age, she will inherit all the Mana sealed by the Heavenly Dao."
The hoarse, elderly voice sighed softly: "Ultimately, this is disadvantageous to us."
"Rest assured, I have arranged everything. She will not grow up so smoothly." The person sneered.
Even though his face was unclear, his tone conveyed a chilling sinister feeling.
"When the Little Empress discovers that the situation was caused by her wrong choices, she will ultimately hate herself."
