The God of Sky and Earth

Han Wulong had been silent all along. Following his gaze, Han Yurou saw a translucent figure slowly walking out from the tear in space, like a dream.

The woman took elegant steps, swaying every three steps. Her appearance surpassed the snow, pure and crystal clear. The light from the sky illuminated her face, revealing an incredibly beautiful and holy countenance.

"Hiss!"

The deep and mysterious darkness, filled with electrical energy and thunder, gradually dispersed. Just like a fairy, a graceful figure appeared. Everyone’s faces showed astonishment and disbelief.

"I can’t believe someone could be so beautiful!" Li Shiran and Han Yurou, as women, were equally amazed, not to mention all the male cultivators present.

In their astonished gazes, each person reflected the image of an extremely beautiful woman with a perfect figure.

With delicate hands raised, her skin shimmered like creamy white jade under the golden light. Among the rippling green waves, there floated a strand of elegant hair.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, with captivating eyes that could mesmerize anyone, a high and straight nose, and slightly pursed red lips that emitted a hint of danger.

She was enchantingly cold and stunning, with a touch of nobility. There was no trace of expression on her face, as if she were a ethereal beauty uninvolved in worldly affairs.

Her luscious black hair was elegantly tied up in a princess bun. Her eyebrows were long and beautiful, sparkling like stars. Although she appeared to be in her early twenties, her aura made people feel as if they were experiencing the flow of time. A single glance from her would make anyone lose themselves.

Her snow-like skin contrasted with a flawless white robe. From top to bottom, her ample bosom was full and voluptuous, followed by faintly visible, slender and beautiful legs. Even though they were hidden under the robe, one could imagine her slender waist, which could be held in a single grasp. Just the thought of it made everyone’s emotions soar and their hearts flutter.

"Gudong!"

All around, the male cultivators could be heard swallowing saliva. When they looked at Zuo Qiufeng, Han Wulong, and the others, they forgot about fighting. Their eyes were fixed on this unparalleled beauty who seemed to have stepped out of a painting!

"Who is she…? How can she be so beautiful!" Han Yurou said softly. Such a stunning woman was truly rare to behold.

Han Wulong, lost in thought, shook his head and murmured, "I don’t know, hopefully it’s not her, but it seems like it is, yet also like it’s not. But why does she keep getting more and more beautiful!"

Han Yurou looked at Han Wulong in confusion. Her usually wise and extraordinary father, who excelled outside, was behaving like a fallen admirer, consumed by dust. Han Yurou found herself mesmerized as well.

"What’s going on with Dad? Could it be that he’s so enchanted by a beauty that he can’t move?" Han Yurou murmured softly.

Gu Yue also shook his head and inwardly sighed, "No wonder the Palace Master hasn’t been coming out casually these past few years. He is getting younger each year. Such skill and appearance would surely bring jealousy to women all around the world!"

"I am Gu Yue, I am here to serve the Palace Master!"

Gu Yue took the initiative, kneeling down on the ground with extreme respect, and called out to the woman with a long, melodious voice. It was like a warning bell that instantly awakened the mesmerized crowd.

"Whoosh"

All the elders present couldn’t help themselves anymore. Their previously restrained breaths loosened slightly and they knelt down directly on the ground. Some of the more timid ones even fell down.

"Boom! Boom!"

In an instant, everyone left, like birds with broken wings, knelt down in perfect unity. They dared not raise their heads and trembled uncontrollably.

Zuo Qiufeng, Wu Kun, and the others who had their backs turned, as soon as they saw everyone’s reaction, their eyes filled with horror. They slowly turned their heads and, upon seeing the woman’s face, immediately collapsed on the ground.

The woman who walked out from the Yutian Palace was none other than the rightful Palace Master, Duanmu Xiaoman.

A glimmer of excitement flashed in Han Wulong’s eyes, and Han Yurou could feel him trembling.

"Pal… Palace Master? Is it truly Duanmu Xiaoman?" Han Yurou exclaimed in astonishment, unable to believe her eyes.

Everyone who was not from the Yutian Palace wore expressions of surprise and disbelief. Elder Gu Yue and all the strong members of the Yutian Palace were already well past their prime, so how could this Palace Master be only twenty years old?

"She may be even older than your grandmother!" Han Wulong whispered.

"Thud!"

This sentence scared Han Yurou so much that she jumped back, immediately covering her nose and avoiding Han Wulong’s side, as if she had seen a monster!

Duanmu Xiaoman looked around, her eyes like frost, casting a chilling gaze at everyone present. Between her graceful waist, she emitted an icy breath that felt like it had been frozen for thousands of years, causing everyone to tremble uncontrollably.

"Where are the people?" Duanmu Xiaoman said calmly.

Just two words came out from Duanmu Xiaoman’s mouth, soft and gentle like a feather, flowing into the hearts of everyone. At the same time, it carried an extreme coldness, instantly freezing everyone’s consciousness.

The cold was bone-chilling, and the atmosphere grew heavy.

Everyone knew that Duanmu Xiaoman had come to seek justice, even though the Yutian Soul Race would officially begin tomorrow.

But today was the registration for the test, and there should not have been such a deserted and fragmented scene with only a few people present.

The big Zhongzhen Square became even emptier as the cold wind blew.

Only Elder Gu Yue continued, saying, "Master, today was indeed the registration day for the Yutian Soul Race, but it was all ruined by Zuo Qiufeng!"

Zuo Qiufeng, suddenly called out, felt like a criminal as he cowered on the ground, sweating profusely and tears streaming down his face.

"Master… Please don’t believe Gu Yue’s nonsense. Everything was normal with the Yutian Soul Race today. It was he who brought two outsiders in and even invited the head of Wuliang School. Our Yutian Palace’s reputation is being tarnished by them!"

Tian Chang and Achu were immediately enraged, and even Old Man Gu Yue frowned. As an elder in front of the Master, it was not appropriate for him to continue causing trouble. Unexpectedly, Zuo Qiufeng, the troublemaker, made his accusations first, which was truly disgusting.

"Zuo Qiufeng, you’re talking nonsense about your ancestors!" Achu, who was no longer a member of Yutian Palace, held a lot of anger within him because of his sister’s situation.

"That’s right, Old Man Left, you’re talking nonsense about your mother’s ancestors!" Han Wulong chimed in, joining the insult.

However, Zuo Qiufeng remained extremely calm and silent. In an instant, all the Faculty Elders present showed contempt. They began to doubt if they had chosen the wrong side.

"Tsk, tsk!"

Duanmu Xiaoman still had a blank expression, her delicate hand raised lightly. Her powerful soul struck the hearts and souls of everyone like a sudden and fierce storm.

Energy rippled out like waves of light. The tear in space behind her closed instantly. Wind and thunder roared, and electric sparks crackled. Everything happened effortlessly.

"So strong! This woman has become incredibly strong over the years!" Han Wulong narrowed his eyes, swirling with energy. The three Palace Masters who were once suppressed immediately felt a great relief.