Inside the Suzhen Hall, Meng Qi’s clone, formed through the “Spiritual Flesh” technique, stealthily infiltrated from the side, treating the person stationed inside as a manifestation of Xuan Nu, believing there was a chance to deceive heaven and earth. Even if exposed, he could rely on the threat of “entangling karmic retribution.”
This attitude clearly convinced the true form of Xuan Nu. Her mind swept across the area, causing air currents to freeze and space to contract. With sheer mental power, she created a prison-like confinement. The immense pressure rendered Meng Qi’s clone mentally paralyzed, stunned like a wooden chicken. He couldn’t even draw his blade or express shock!
“This isn’t right!” The clone’s weakness suddenly caused Xuan Nu to open her half-closed eyes. Her beautiful eyes shimmered like stars, each seemingly depicting a life story.
Similarly, Meng Qi realized his clone couldn’t deceive the current Xuan Nu, who had nearly reached the level of a Dharma Body. Seizing the moment when her attention shifted, he lunged directly toward the Hegemon’s Blade, intending to activate the Wheel Seal while experiencing its essence. Whether he could gain insight was unimportant; his main goal was to sever karmic ties!
At that moment, the back hall of the Suzhen Hall, seemingly perpetually shrouded in darkness, suddenly emitted creaking sounds. An ancient, distant, ethereal aura surged upward, piercing the clouds.
It seemed to carry the dust of countless eons, exuding an indescribable decay. The overwhelming presence swept across a realm, dispersing cloud seas and gathering mist, automatically dissolving the amber-like solidification of space.
Moreover, this power was distinctly different from any Dharma Body Meng Qi had encountered. It felt more authentic, as if only one such power existed in heaven and earth, similar to the residual consciousness of the Devil Monarch and the phantom image of the Hegemon he had once sensed.
Within the Myriad Phenomena Paradise, inside the hall enshrining various immortals and deities, the tablet symbolizing the “Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens” began to move without wind.
In the Fengshen World, many “Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens” temples emitted faint, clear light.
In the realm of Journey to the West, fragments of the void faintly emerged, accompanied by the rise of divine energy.
In the world of the Sword Emperor and Demon Queen, the statue in the “Xuan Nu Temple” seemed to brighten.
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Unique across all realms, it became legendary!
“Ancestor’s Corpse!” The true Xuan Nu’s mind manifested as a hand, pressing downward and crushing Meng Qi’s clone into a meat paste, reverting it back to hair. Her gaze was already fixed on the back hall, her elegant and refined face showing its first sign of seriousness.
“The corpse of the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens is stirring?” Meng Qi was equally shocked. This ancient expert had survived even after the fall of the Celestial Court, once assisting the Human Emperor in achieving great feats. What did the stirring of her corpse signify?
In ancient times, only those who reached the legendary realm could be called experts, a tradition that continued to this day.
For some reason, as shock arose, Meng Qi instantly thought of Gu Xiaosang.
Could this be Gu Xiaosang’s hidden plan?
What exactly was she trying to do?
But Meng Qi had no time to ponder further. The true Xuan Nu had shifted her attention away from the hall and the Hegemon’s Blade. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity not to be missed.
“Besides, what does the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens’ corpse have to do with me?” Meng Qi focused his mind, remaining as calm as ice, his spiritual awareness clear. He urged Liu Shuyu to move closer toward the Hegemon’s Blade.
During this period, the numerous hardships Liu Shuyu had experienced exceeded her previous total. She had undergone transformation, reaching a matured state of cultivation. Witnessing the scene, she showed visible emotions, shocked, stepping forward and whispering, “Master, what has happened? Why would the Ancestor’s Corpse…”
After a few steps, she stood shoulder to shoulder with the male disciples, the Hegemon’s Blade and the true Xuan Nu each two steps away.
The true Xuan Nu’s refined and elegant face showed a mix of seriousness, surprise, and confusion, an indescribable complexity. A flash of light appeared, and she directly vanished into the back hall, leaving only these words:
“Su Meng lured the tiger away from the mountain, aiming for the corpse!”
She vaguely suspected that Meng Qi might be cooperating with someone else, simultaneously targeting both the corpse and the Hegemon’s Blade, causing her to be overwhelmed and unable to handle both. However, compared to the useless Hegemon’s Blade, the Ancestor’s Corpse was clearly more important!
Previously, she couldn’t lure Xuan Nu out of the hall because she hadn’t found what she truly valued!
At the same time, her manifestation and two masters from the Xuan Nu sect hurried toward the Suzhen Hall, partly to replace the guarding force and partly to assist in handling the Ancestor’s Corpse matter.
This time difference was Meng Qi’s opportunity!
Liu Shuyu quietly took another step forward. The overwhelming weight of the Hegemon’s Blade, already palpable through the void, was drawing near.
Suddenly, in a pavilion corresponding to the back of the Suzhen Hall, an ancient, indifferent, singular, and decaying ethereal aura abruptly emerged, essentially similar to Xuan Nu’s corpse.
Bang!
A brilliant light burst forth, shattering the pavilion and numerous restrictions, heading straight for that pavilion.
The true Xuan Nu was caught off guard, a step too slow. At this moment, the Suzhen Immortal Realm’s formations had already been disrupted, preventing her from utilizing teleportation!
Under the oppression of the half-step Dharma Body, Meng Qi always felt in constant danger, truly walking on thin ice. Although no battle occurred, he was exhausted. Now, finally seeing hope, he decisively reached out his spirit, touching the Hegemon’s Blade!
That pitch-black, heavy long blade!
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Under a tall, verdant tree, Gu Xiaosang was combing a little girl’s jet-black hair with one hand, while her other hand had unknowingly formed a sword finger, pointing at a strange spot just below the girl’s Jade Pillow Acupoint.
The little girl had a rosy, plump face and eyes that should have been innocent and lively but now appeared deep and aged, as if having experienced the baptism of time and finally seeing through worldly matters.
Her aura suddenly changed under that finger, becoming indifferent and decaying, like a corpse dead for countless years, yet strangely retaining a trace of vitality, unextinguished by wind, flickering but unwavering.
“You!” Her voice was lofty and melodious, like celestial music, yet tinged with coldness and age.
Gu Xiaosang smiled at the little girl, her gaze gentle, as if looking at her own daughter: “I didn’t lie to Liu Shuyu. After certain events, Luoli indeed only has half a life left, but this half-life refers only to her physical body, part of her immortal energy, and residual consciousness. As for what else has been mixed in, I know, and you know.”
“When did you find out?” The little girl’s aura and thoughts flickered, not engaging in normal conversation.
Gu Xiaosang retrieved the comb, smiling as she tidied her own hair cascading over her chest, avoiding the question: “Your ‘corpse’ has arrived. Are you happy? Haven’t you been waiting for this moment all this time you’ve barely survived?”
The brilliant light flew over, seemingly carrying a woman’s icy, snow-like body. Her complex, ancient, and elegant attire showed no signs of life, yet her flesh remained uncorrupted. Each drop of blood, each piece of flesh, each inch of skin seemed to contain unimaginable terrifying power!
Seeing this “body,” the little girl’s expression showed slight panic, as if not yet ready. If she encountered the corpse prematurely, some unfortunate events might occur.
Her expression darkened, her aura surged, and she activated a life-saving secret technique!
Nine streams of clear energy surged forth, forming an auspicious cloud radiating myriad rays of light, attempting to isolate the corpse and push away Gu Xiaosang.
Suddenly, her mind ached, the nine streams of energy went out of control, and the auspicious cloud inexplicably dropped by a foot.
In her perception, lotus petals drifted around Gu Xiaosang, ethereal and beautiful beyond the mundane.
“It’s you!” The little girl slightly lost her composure.
“Not me,” Gu Xiaosang’s fingers still pressed against the back of the little girl’s head, half-smiling, half-not, as if teasing.
The corpse landed on the auspicious cloud, suddenly emanating a drifting, transcendent immortal aura. The green tree where the two girls stood abruptly spread its branches and leaves, absorbing frantically and growing rapidly. In an instant, it had transformed into a towering tree, piercing through the white sea of clouds in the Suzhen Immortal Realm and stretching into the void!
Gu Xiaosang released her grip on the little girl, pressing her right hand against this towering tree.
Her slender, white hand had just touched the tree bark when she mysteriously vanished, reappearing above the cloud sea in a breath.
The corpse crashed through the auspicious cloud, falling toward the little girl.
The little girl’s eyes revealed a trace of determination. Her body suddenly scattered, a point of spiritual light separating, using some subtle connection to silently disappear.
The corpse lost its target, the clear light receding, floating midair. The true Xuan Nu arrived, slightly frowning, scanning the surroundings.
Gu Xiaosang, in her white robes fluttering in the wind, stood atop the cloud sea, glancing back at the Suzhen Hall, then smirking as she looked toward where the spiritual light had vanished.
Then, she took a step forward, stepping into the “void” from the treetop before the real Xuan Nu could react.
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When Meng Qi’s spirit touched the Hegemon’s Blade, he immediately felt a connection like flesh reattaching. It was as if someone who had lost their arms had regrown limbs, gaining new life.
Before his eyes, “Lightning Marks” suddenly appeared, purple and dripping with energy. The surrounding environment changed dramatically for Meng Qi. The pitch-black, heavy long blade, Liu Shuyu, and the Suzhen Hall were no longer visible!
Beneath him, azure water rose, submerging his ankles, causing a numbing sensation. Looking closely, each droplet was composed of azure lightning. The farther he looked, the deeper the water’s color became—blue, purple, black—no clear boundaries, yet a clear transformation, exuding an extreme sense of destruction. Just sensing them, Meng Qi felt his mastery of the Thunder Saber Technique elevate another level.
The sky split open, revealing countless clawing lightning beams, crackling like a forest.
Within this thunderous forest, a giant slowly stepped forth, muscles coiled with lightning marks, face indistinct—the Primordial Thunder God.
In his grasp was a lengthy spear, brandished as if to cleave—azure lightning converging, delivering divine retribution, sundering the void and rending the seas asunder.
Heaven’s Wrath of Five Thunders!
Withdrawing the spear, he suddenly thrust it upward, electricity converging into a single point, exuding extreme yang and righteous intent.
Boom!
Highly concentrated thunder exploded, spreading yang energy throughout heaven and earth, dispelling demonic qi, evil qi, and coldness.
“Pure Yang purifies impurities!”
The spear retracted suddenly, vanishing. Then, softness emerged. The spearhead silently appeared from the “enemy’s” back, striking oppositely, lightning chaining like persistent leeches.
“Yin Thunder erodes body and spirit!”
Meng Qi watched, entranced, immersed in the profoundness of the Divine Destruction Ninefold.
Just as the spear was about to continue its performance, an overwhelming aura surged forth, transforming into a blade of light that annihilated the “Thunder God”!
A tall, mighty man wielding a pitch-black long blade strode across the sea, exuding arrogance, disdain, and dominance.
“Does the ‘Hegemon’ imprint prevent me from comprehending the Divine Destruction Ninefold?” Meng Qi snapped out of his trance, puzzled.
The Hegemon lifted his long blade and spoke arrogantly: “I have but six strikes—yet who in this world can withstand them?”
“The first slash descended upon the Celestial Court, gods and immortals fleeing in fear.”
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