High above Zhuoxin Temple, Lu Xiji, Niu Jinmao, and the other six demonic cultivators had unleashed the Grand Extinction Heavenly Thunder, a forbidden technique of the demonic path. This sinister spell was designed to pierce through a cultivator’s physical defenses and strike directly at their soul, obliterating it without harming the body. It was prized among certain demonic cultivators for its efficiency in seizing or controlling bodies, though its malevolence made it taboo.
As the dark thunderbolts gathered in the sky, Lin Fengyuan immediately recognized the spell and felt a wave of surprise. A forbidden technique from thirty thousand years ago—still being used? No matter how much time passed, people’s greed and ambition never changed.
In her prime, Lin Fengyuan could have sliced through this thunder with a single strike, but now even dodging was a challenge. She managed a bitter smile. Perhaps, in the end, she couldn’t complete her mission.
Sighing, she looked at Ye Yu and spoke softly, “My real name is Lin Miaoxue. Thank you for the roasted duck. If you want the Wugou Sword Heart, take it after I’m gone... I’m afraid of pain.”
Ye Yu’s curiosity piqued. Why was she saying this now? Lin Miaoxue was a much prettier name, more fitting for a woman. But wasn’t she being dramatic? The black lightning did look dangerous, but was it really necessary to speak as if her death was imminent?
Besides, why was she so sure that if she, an Ascension Realm cultivator, couldn’t survive, he, a Tribulation-Transcending cultivator, would fare any better?
The answer came the next moment.
Without a word, Lin Miaoxue rose into the sky, unleashing a fierce sword aura that resonated across miles, filling the air with the ringing of swords. Her power warped the space around her, twisting it with a slicing intensity.
Enduring the pain in her body and soul, Lin Miaoxue raised her sword and struck at Lu Xiji, Niu Jinmao, and the other six demonic cultivators. Her red sword energy erupted into a thousand-foot-long flaming dragon, illuminating the night sky. The intense heat was so great that even Ye Yu, standing at a distance, felt its force.
The blazing dragon roared as it consumed the six demonic cultivators instantly.
Lin Miaoxue, instead of evading, spread her arms wide, embracing the dark lightning as it struck her from above.
Everything happened in an instant, leaving Ye Yu stunned. The six demonic sect leaders were reduced to ashes, while Lin Miaoxue’s body fell from the sky. Ye Yu rushed forward, catching her and checking her condition.
To his surprise, her body bore no physical injuries. Only her soul was in shambles, fragmented and on the verge of dispersing—the cruel effect of the Grand Extinction Heavenly Thunder, which specifically targeted the soul.
Frowning with worry, Ye Yu felt a surge of urgency. To him, Lin Miaoxue was his chance—his rare opportunity. He couldn’t let her die, especially after she had shielded him from the deadly thunder.
Without hesitation, he pulled out every precious treasure and pill he had from his storage ring to stabilize her soul, most of which were gifts from Empress Li Ruowang. He had hardly used these items before, but now they were invaluable.
After applying the treasures and pills, Lin Miaoxue’s soul finally stabilized, slowly becoming less fragmented.
This success was not just due to the potency of the medicine; Lin Miaoxue’s innate strength played a major role. Had it been any other Tribulation-Transcending cultivator, they would have died long ago.
With a sigh of relief, Ye Yu prepared to leave with Lin Miaoxue. Although Tao Shanren, the leader of Zhuoxin Temple, was dead, there was no guarantee other dangers wouldn’t emerge. It was safer to find a secluded place to aid in her recovery.
At that moment, Ye Yu felt a surge of heat nearby. Looking over, he saw Lin Miaoxue’s crimson longsword embedded in the ground in front of them, still radiating intense heat.
Surrounding the sword, the earth had turned a fiery red, and the temperature had risen dramatically. If not for the protective robe he wore, Ye Yu would have been unable to endure it.
This strange sight underscored the sword’s extraordinary nature.
Ye Yu approached, intending to retrieve the sword. It belonged to Lin Miaoxue, and he couldn’t leave it behind.
But as he moved closer, a flaming dragon spirit appeared, roaring at him from the sword. The heat intensified, making it difficult to keep his eyes open.
Astonished, Ye Yu realized that the sword had likely developed a spirit of its own.
At that moment, a cool sensation spread through his right hand. He looked down and saw the Illusion-Breaking Mirror emitting a faint glow. It was a high-grade celestial artifact, stronger than Lin Miaoxue’s sword.
Placing the Illusion-Breaking Mirror in front of him, Ye Yu watched as the flaming dragon spirit weakened and gradually faded. The temperature returned to normal, allowing him to easily claim the crimson sword.
Without further delay, he left Zhuoxin Temple with Lin Miaoxue.
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Meanwhile, in the main hall of Qingyun Sect, Empress Li Ruowang, the demoness Gan Zhi Zui, Bu Lingfei, and Yun Cimu stood in a line, gazing intently at a map of Central Continent on the wall.
Behind them, Luo Ze and the other sacred land leaders were bowing in gratitude.
“We are deeply grateful to the four celestial ladies. Without your intervention, we would likely have perished,” said Luo Ze, sincerity evident in his tone.
Even the proud leaders Ning Ruyu of Xiaoyao Palace and Gao Zhanze of Ciling Valley inclined their heads slightly, recognizing their debt. After all, their lives had been saved.
Gan Zhi Zui, however, coldly interrupted, “If you’re really thankful, then find my husband, Ye Yu, instead of wasting time here!”
The sacred land leaders looked uncomfortable. They were accustomed to high positions, unaccustomed to being spoken to in such a manner. But these four women were all Tribulation-Transcending cultivators, and they owed their lives to them. As much as it irked them, they had no choice but to endure.
Luo Ze replied, “I’ve already sent disciples out to search. We should have news soon. Please bear with us a little longer.”
Empress Li Ruowang waved her sleeve, placing a communication stone on the table before striding toward the door.
“If you find news of my husband, notify me immediately!” she commanded, making it clear she had no intention of sitting around waiting.
Yun Cimu and Bu Lingfei followed her without hesitation, while Gan Zhi Zui paused briefly before transforming into a streak of light, leaving Qingyun Sect behind.
They all had a single objective—to find Ye Yu.
As for the so-called “demonic threat” of Lin Fengyuan, the “strongest demonic cultivator of thirty thousand years ago,” they couldn’t care less. All they knew was that if anything happened to Ye Yu, they would be devastated beyond measure.
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