Yuanchu Province, Yuanchu Mountain.
Empress Yuanchu was on the brink of madness, as the worst scenario she had anticipated still came to pass.
In less than a year, she had first been passively subjected to applause, and now, she was forced to endure the pains of childbirth.
Even though she had promptly blocked this extremely unique sensation, her flawlessly beautiful face was still filled with rage.
Who was it that was desecrating her divided soul?
If she were to find out, she would definitely skin them alive and pull out their tendons, then burn their soul with the Nine Nether Ghost Flame for a hundred thousand years, ensuring that person would wish for death yet be unable to attain it—only this could quench the hatred in her heart.
Empress Yuanchu withdrew her formidable aura, her gaze traversing endless time and space to focus on the region of Qianyuan Divine Province, her expression fluctuating unpredictably.