Blue lightning and violent immortal fire surged along the barrier toward Su Yueli's hands, attempting to incinerate this arrogant mortal martial artist into nothingness on the spot.
However, the array's divine lightning, which was powerful enough to heavily injure a Ninth Realm cultivator, struck Su Yueli's arms without burning even a single hair.
At this moment, her physical body, which had long since been transformed into glazed gold, displayed an almost absurd, imperishable quality of the Myriad Tribulations Realm.
As the thunder and fire receded, her skin remained as fair as mutton-fat jade, without a single trace of ash or soot.
“Open for me.”
Su Yueli parted her red lips slightly, uttering two extremely calm words.
Immediately after, the glazed gold bones in her arms shuddered violently. Her dark-gold blood qi, combined with the Myriad Tribulations Realm's physical force field of ten thousand tons—capable of tearing through empty space itself—violently ripped outward in an instant.
Rip!
A deafening boom resounded earth-shatteringly in the sky above Mount Cangyun.
The space within a radius of hundreds of li shook violently in that instant.
Under the brute-force pulling of Su Yueli's bare hands, the Tianyuan Mountain-Suppressing Array—hailed as indestructible and passed down for a thousand years—was actually torn open like fragile paper, leaving a hideous, gaping hole!
The array patterns shattered, and the divine light went out.
On the several spiritual peaks that maintained the array's operation, a series of booming sounds from the array's backlash rang out as countless array plates instantly exploded into pieces.
“The... the sky has been torn open?!”
“How is this possible?! This is the Tianyuan Mountain-Suppressing Array!”
At this moment, the eyes of the countless immortal sect guests in the surrounding area nearly popped out of their sockets.
They even forgot to breathe, their Dao Hearts completely collapsing in an instant.
Tearing apart an ancient grand array using nothing but pure physical strength.
Was this still a fucking mortal martial artist? This was simply a primordial fierce beast that had crawled out from the depths of the Nine Underworlds!
Whoosh!
In the sky, the shattered blue light of the array transformed into a torrential rain of spiritual light, pouring down.
Amidst the brilliant rain of spiritual light from the shattered array...
The mysterious, black-robed woman wearing a white carved mask lightly patted her hands together.
Stepping onto the ground covered in bones and blood, and braving the downpour of spiritual light, Su Yueli took a step forward, entering the main square of the Cangyun Sect.
There, a hundred thousand cultivators gathered, and guests filled the area.
But Su Yueli merely lifted her head coldly, looking toward the golden palace towering into the clouds at the deepest part of the square.
The main protagonist of the ceremony was inside.
It was time to settle the old scores.
...
On the main square...
The immortal banquet, which had been prepared with a full three hundred tables, instantly fell into dead silence.
At this moment, among the hundred thousand immortal cultivators from both the Great Li and Great Wei dynasties, not a single person dared to make a sound.
Everyone was dazed. Some even held their cups to their lips, completely unaware as the spiritual wine dripped down the corners of their mouths.
Just moments ago, the ancient mountain-protecting array in front of the mountain gate had been torn open by sheer brute force. The blue light from the shattered array was still drizzling down over the main square.
And in this gorgeous rain of spiritual light, a round, bloody object rolled across the white jade ground.
It was a human head.
The head's eyes bulged, its face frozen in extreme terror. It was none other than the Seventh Realm core disciple who had been guarding the mountain gate earlier.
Thud.
A black cloth shoe stepped through the puddles and blood, lightly kicking the head aside like a pebble on the side of the road.
Stepping on the white jade fragments covering the ground, Su Yueli walked unhurriedly into the main square.
Her loose black robe rustled in the mountain wind, and her white carved ghost mask looked incredibly eerie against the backdrop of the spiritual rain.
This kick was a direct slap in the face of this bustling Centenary Ceremony.
High up on the platform...
Before the golden throne...
Wearing a bright white immortal robe and a jade belt, Young Sect Master Lu Feiyu had been raising his mutton-fat jade cup, chatting and laughing with several sect masters from top-tier sects.
But at this moment, his body froze.
Stiffly, he lowered his head, his gaze following the rolling head all the way to the black-robed, masked figure standing in the rain of spiritual light.
The moment he clearly saw the white carved mask with red spots, Lu Feiyu's fingers trembled inexplicably.
The jade cup in his hand fell to the ground, shattering to pieces as the high-grade spiritual wine inside spilled everywhere.
“Young Sect Master, this is...”
Seeing this, an Eighth Realm sect master beside him asked in confusion. But just as he was about to speak, Lu Feiyu raised a hand to cut him off.
Lu Feiyu ignored everyone around him. Staring at the masked black shadow, a wave of shock rising from the depths of his soul instantly froze him in place.
This mask, this figure...
He had thought he would never again remember that filthy, lowly mortal village in his lifetime.
Yet today, at his Centenary Ceremony where he reached the peak of his life and was about to be hailed as a genius, those blood-colored memories buried deep in his mind suddenly resurfaced like mad.
Many years ago, in a small village...
On a day of pouring rain, Lu Feiyu had descended upon that mortal village riding his sect's immortal beast.
Back then, having just entered the immortal sect, his ambition was as high as the sky. He viewed mortals as mere ants, killing them on a whim.
When counting the corpses afterward, his subordinate reported that a twelve-year-old mortal girl with no spiritual root had slipped into the back mountain under the cover of the rainy night and managed to escape.
At the time, Lu Feiyu had not cared: “A powerless ant with no spiritual root for cultivation won't survive three days in the beast-infested wilderness. Let her go.”
A mere mortal girl did not even have the right to become dust on his path of cultivation.
Later, even when the sect found out, they simply suppressed the matter, offered an apology, and let it go.
Yet who could have imagined that this ant, who should have long since turned into dry bones, would actually appear before him once again?
Not only had she not died of old age, but she had even assumed the identity of the “Masked God of Death”—who made countless high-level old monsters of the Great Li and Great Wei cultivation worlds break into a cold sweat—brutally tearing open the mountain-protecting array and fighting her way up!
How is this possible...
Lu Feiyu roared in his heart, his face turning pale in an instant.
A mortal with no spiritual root, even if she managed to survive, could not have lasted a hundred years in the mortal world and should have turned to dust by now.
Yet, the figure of the person before him was still slender and tall, and her blood qi was so profound it felt like a bottomless abyss.
She had not only survived but had also forged herself into a primordial fierce beast.
This completely violated the fundamental laws of the cultivation world. Even if those heaven-defying ancestors of the Twelfth and Thirteenth Realms were to see this, their minds would instantly be blown.
“Who... are you?”
Lu Feiyu clenched his fists tightly. The Seventh Realm spiritual energy within him surged frantically, trying to dispel the trace of instinctive fear rising in his heart due to his past misdeeds.
“You must be her descendant, right?!”
Standing at the edge of the main square, Su Yueli looked at Lu Feiyu, whose expression was shifting wildly on the high platform. Beneath her mask, the corners of her mouth curled into a cruel arc.
“After all these years, you still have that same high-and-mighty look. You haven't improved one bit.”
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