The Palace of the Demon King

“Did you say you dreamt of transforming into a celestial body?”

“Yes, indeed! Not only did I become a celestial body, but I eventually exploded!”

Reduced to mere ashes.

Xu Yi’s face was filled with a dazed expression.

She felt as though she had drifted through the Milky Way for billions of years, but when her celestial form plummeted, memories flooded back, and those lengthy moments seemed to have occurred in the blink of an eye.

She was still Xu Yi.

Upon hearing Xu Yi’s account, Lu Zaiye furrowed his brow.

“Can you wield that power?”

Xu Yi attempted to recollect, only to find that what had once become instinctual movements suddenly became obscure and incomprehensible.

Ultimately, she shook her head helplessly.

“I… I cannot.”

Lu Zaiye wasn’t too disappointed.

On the contrary, he was astonished by Xu Yi’s words.

The power she described resembled the mystical spells only immortals could cast.