At the entrance to the ruins of the miracle, there is an inner core that has become so dim that it has almost lost its spiritual power.

Standing amidst the fallen weeds, the woman in purple extended her slender white fingers and picked it up. "It's still usable."

When Yuehua saw this scene, her eyes stung terribly.

Who would use such an inner core, except for someone who hasn't yet reached the Immortal Transformation Realm?

Zi Yi traveled all this way just to pick up an inner core that fell from the entrance? Aside from his female disciple, she really couldn't think of anyone else he would do something so damaging to his image for.

Could it be that her hundreds of thousands of years of interaction with him were no match for his brief acquaintance with that demoness over a few months?

She was unwilling to accept it!

To keep up with him, she wasted her time, freezing her appearance in middle age. But who knows the bitterness she endured?

She had finally been able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, but now there was someone else by his side. She absolutely could not allow it!

Yuehua's eyes turned cold, and a petal flew from her fingertip, instantly appearing beside the purple-clad figure. While he was still observing, she caught the inner core and swiftly shot it into the still unstable entrance.

"Moonlight!" Zi Yi's eyes blazed with anger.

Yuehua, seemingly oblivious, stared at the entrance and said, "For cultivators, opportunities depend on their own abilities. To become a god, one must not be burdened by external things or entangled by emotions. This is what you taught me, and now I return your words verbatim!"

Zi Yi stared intently at Yuehua, then fixed her gaze on the entrance. "So be it. What's hers will always be hers; no one can force it. What's not hers, even if placed before her, will eventually be lost. Fate has always been like this!"