The dreamless celestial emperor’s expression was filled with iciness as, from the battleship behind him, women identical to Weisheng Moran streamed out one after another for a grand total of forty-nine. If their expressions weren’t so blank, their group would have been a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Hearing it from Yin Chen was one thing, but personally witnessing it was entirely different! When Tianming laid eyes on the forty-nine incomplete souls, his heart violently shook.

From the day of their births, these forty-nine had been destined for tragedy. And Weisheng Moran was the same...