"Emperor Verena... has fallen!"
In that moment, everyone stood frozen in shock.
No one could have imagined that Emperor Verena, who had just unleashed her overwhelming power, would suddenly drop her mandolin and allow the melody to pierce through her body.
"Emperor Verena is dead. Her body was already under control, wasn't it? How did she break free... and why would she willingly give up like that?"
People exchanged confused glances, but no one could make sense of what had just happened.
Then, a faint spirit slowly rose from Emperor Verena's body.
This spirit didn't carry the aura of death that clung to her corpse. Instead, it seemed to perfectly restore Emperor Verena's appearance from when she was alive.
Her light red embroidered robe fluttered gently, and her spirit looked as graceful as ever—her brows arched like spring hills, her eyes soft and watery, her face delicate, and her figure slender and elegant.