Returning to the familiar palace, Dominic breathed a sigh of relief. Without taking off her shoes and socks, she lay on the bed and thought about random things.
From Isabelle and Changjin to Shuanghua and Linghua, her memory flowed backwards in time. It was not until today when she had some free time that she truly understood that the powerful banished immortal who had planned everything had been reduced to ashes under heaven's punishment.
It's ridiculous and hard to believe, but there's nothing wrong with it.
The power of the exiled immortal was divided into three parts: the soul, blood, and bones. Ling Hua's body was taken away by the Cold Bone Sword, and only half of the soul fell into her hands. If her guess was correct, she only needed to absorb this half of the soul, and Dominic would be able to merge with her body. If she could find the bones, she might be able to break through the shackles again and ascend to heaven.
Everything was too smooth, too easy, and full of doubts.
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