Above the nine layered heaven.
Butterflies, such beautiful yet fragile creatures, do not exist here.
For here, there are even more beautiful Mystic Birds.
Even those fluttering among the flowers are fairies with wings the size of butterflies.
A ruo curiously chased the butterfly.
She called out all the way: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, co quickly and see, a butterfly has actually flown in."
The doors of the hall were opened, Jing Jia in a plain white snow-like attire, her red lips slightly pursed, looked up at the dazzling Lan Die.
She only slightly furrowed her willow brows.
"It’s a Demon Butterfly."
The smile on A ruo’s face instantly turned to astonishnt: "What? A creature from the Demon World?"
Jing Jia extended her hand, and the butterfly landed on her fingertip, slowly folding its wings.
As it gradually transford into specks of black and blue flas, it turned to ashes like those burnt by fireworks, scattering with the wind.
As it disappeared, Jing Jia heard Bai Zhi’er’s voice——
"Mother, Zhi’er is growing well... it’s going to snow..."
A ruo was shocked: "How could it be the Empress?"
In Jing Jia’s beautiful eyes, a thick worry surged forth.
She waved her sleeve, tracing the source of mana of this Demon Butterfly.
Ultimately, Jing Jia’s expression paused, and she spoke in a dull tone: "This butterfly was released by the Demon Lord for Zhi’er."
A ruo’s complexion turned pale.
"Your Majesty, could it be that the Demon Lord has already held the Empress captive, using this Demon Butterfly to warn you?"
Jing Jia pondered for a mont before shaking her head: "No."
The Demon Butterfly had no offensive nature, only capable of conveying ssages, and it appeared and disappeared almost instantly.
Jing Jia had exchanged blows with the Demon Lord several tis and understood his personality well.
That person would never use a butterfly to give a warning.
She turned her eyes, calmly analyzing: "A ruo, when you were previously in the mortal world, did you notice anything unusual around the Empress?"
A ruo furrowed her brows in recollection: "Unusual, it seems there wasn’t... but..."
She suddenly rembered soone.
"The Empress is especially close to a marquis nad Feng Fuce, who also takes good care of her."
Jing Jia repeatedly mulled over the na: "Feng Fuce..."
Individuals like her and the Demon Lord generally had no nas.
Others referred to them mostly as "Heavenly Daoist" or "Demon Lord."
Jing Jia couldn’t determine from just a na whether Feng Fuce was the Demon Lord.
A ruo suddenly rembered the curiously close relationship with Immortal Lord Lu Wang.
Although the Immortal Lord said he appeared there by chance, now that A ruo recalls, everything seed strange.
"Your Majesty, and also..."
A ruo was about to ntion Lu Wang, when unexpectedly, two white clouds quickly flew in.
"Your Majesty, sothing’s wrong!" The Star Lord hurriedly arrived: "The Demon-locking Tower is shaking incessantly, the Immortal Venerables request your assistance to reinforce it!"
Jing Jia promptly followed.
A ruo intended to wait for her return to share her findings.
However, when Jing Jia returned, her steps were already sowhat unsteady.
A ruo supported her into the hall, and Jing Jia directly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Your Majesty!" A ruo exclaid in shock, quickly fetching the Immortal Tea.
Jing Jia gently shook her head, utterly exhausted.
"My mana weakens day by day, no matter how I replenish it, it’s to no avail."
A ruo’s eyes welled up with urgency: "Your Majesty, you should put everything aside now and recuperate in Hanbing Valley."
Jing Jia resolutely refused.
"I cannot leave; Zhi’er is still young, the Demon Lord yet persists, I must wait at least until she matures enough to hand over the Heavenly Court to her, then I will be at peace."
Otherwise, without her protection, the Demon Lord’s subordinates would find the scent of her husband and child.
But if Zhi’er takes her place, she would be the next Heavenly Dao.
If the Demon Lord tries to bully the Heavenly Dao, the immortals will not sit idly by.
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