The West of the Heavenly Mandate Realm

Many people looked up at Ye Futian, who stood there with his back facing them; the atmosphere became a bit depressing.

The person he mentioned must've been significant to him.

But why did he think she would cultivate in Brahma's Pure Sky?

Suddenly, Ye Futian laughed at himself with a tinge of bitterness. Perhaps that wisp of hope had just been an illusion he created.

Was it even possible for her to have survived the battle of the Ultimate Holy Palace?

If Xia Qingyuan hadn't told him this message, he would've lost all hope.

With that in his mind, he came all the way to the Heavenly Mandate Realm. However, now it seemed that it was nothing but his chimera.

Even if Jieyu's soul had not dissipated, why would the exalted Lord of Brahma's Pure Sky in the Heavenly Mandate Realm have to help her?

To her, people in the Lower Realms were nothing but insignificant ants.