Chapter 101: The Convergence of Three Powers

This sword strike contained no discernible skill—only pure power, pure destruction… overwhelming!

Wherever the sword intent swept, the very fabric of space shattered inch by agonizing inch, emitting a mournful, overloaded shriek.

“Ling Shuangjue?!” Pure Heart Heavenly Fox’s expression finally shifted from fury to utter shock.

How could she be here?!

While both Myriad Flower Blood Palace and the Joyful Union Sect belonged to the Demonic Dao, they had always maintained a clear separation, never interfering with each other’s affairs. How could that madwoman Ling Shuangjue personally descend upon Qingzhou, all for a mere Dao Source Body?!

Before she could ponder further, the crimson sword intent, potent enough to cleave mountains and rivers, was already upon her.

Pure Heart Heavenly Fox shrieked, no longer daring to hold back. The nine illusory fox tails behind her instantly solidified, each radiating countless intricate demonic runes.

These runes interwoven into a vast Heaven-Earth Net, surging forth to meet the world-ending sword light.

“Boom——!”

Another earth-shattering roar reverberated.

This time, it wasn’t just a wave of energy, but gaping black fissures in space.

Two powers, both at the peak of the Dao Integration Realm, collided fiercely, shattering the very space in this region. Countless black spatial currents, like ravenous beasts, tore through the air.

Pure Heart Heavenly Fox grunted, retreating a hundred zhang. On the arm that gripped her fox tail, a deep, bone-visible gash slowly emerged. Wisps of black demonic energy, like gangrene, incessantly corroded the wound, preventing it from healing.

She was injured, after just one move?

And to think, she was injured by that madwoman Ling Shuangjue, who hadn’t even drawn her sword yet.

“Mad hag! Are you truly willing to wage war against my Joyful Union Sect, all for a mere Cauldron?!” Pure Heart Heavenly Fox shrieked, her bravado masking a subtle tremor of fear.

“Cauldron?” Ling Shuangjue let out a chilling, cruel laugh. “You are not worthy of using that word.”

She raised her hand, poised to unleash her first genuine sword strike.

But just then, a third, entirely distinct power erupted from another direction, joining the fray with an equally ferocious intensity.

“Ooh——!”

A high-pitched, piercing cry, sharp enough to rend the clouds, echoed across the heavens.

A dazzling golden ‘sun’ abruptly manifested on the eastern horizon.

That was no sun at all.

It was, in fact, an enormous fan blade forged from countless golden feathers.

More accurately, it was a rapidly spinning storm composed of countless golden feather blades. Each blade blazed with a fierce golden inferno, radiating an aura of ultimate yang and might, potent enough to incinerate all creation.

“Don’t start the party without me!” A clear, subtly cunning girlish voice accompanied the golden storm.

Within the eye of the storm stood a maiden in crimson-gold feather robes, her amber eyes glaring at Pure Heart Heavenly Fox with undisguised displeasure. Though her right pupil was slightly lighter in shade, it did nothing to diminish the inherent pride and sharpness of a true sovereign.

To arrive as swiftly as possible, she had disregarded the ancestral lands’ suppression of demonic bloodlines, forcefully activating the thin yet incredibly noble Golden Crow bloodline within her.

Yuange.

The little princess of the Myriad Demon Kingdom had also arrived.

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Three formidable powers now stood opposed.

Three top-tier experts, who by destiny should have been sworn enemies, eager to tear each other to shreds, had now, for the very same reason, simultaneously raised their weapons against the same person.

The scene was so bizarre it sent shivers down everyone’s spines.

“Another one?!”

Pure Heart Heavenly Fox felt as if she were losing her mind.

What in the blazes was this Shen Zhaoqing?!

It was as if she had poked a hornet’s nest, with high-level protectors emerging one after another!

Gu Chang’an, she endured.

Ling Shuangjue, she conceded.

Now even the royalty of the Myriad Demon Kingdom had appeared? Was she not meant to survive this?!

She was no longer facing a severely wounded Void Return Realm sword cultivator, nor an arrogant Soul Transformation Realm medical cultivator.

Instead, she faced a death trap orchestrated by three of the world’s most formidable experts, converging on her from three distinct directions.

“Myriad Flowers Overwhelming the World!”

“Golden Crow Incinerating Heaven!”

Ling Shuangjue and Yuange attacked almost simultaneously!

One was a crimson sword light of devastating demonic flames, the other a golden storm of feather blades capable of burning all to desolation.

Meanwhile, Gu Chang’an forcefully suppressed her turbulent vital energy and once again raised her Frostbright Sword. Though she could no longer unleash a ‘Forgetfulness Slash,’ her cold, resolute sword intent still locked firmly onto Pure Heart Heavenly Fox’s aura.

Three attacks, three utterly distinct powers of law, yet at this moment, they formed a bizarre synergy, completely sealing off Pure Heart Heavenly Fox’s every escape route.

“You are truly going too far!”

Pure Heart Heavenly Fox let out a shrill shriek, her exceptionally beautiful face twisting with extreme fury and terror.

She knew that if she didn’t unleash her ultimate, hidden abilities today, she would truly perish here.

“Heavenly Demon Extreme Joy, Myriad Mortal Desires!”

She roared, her demonic energy exploding forth without reservation.

An impenetrably dense, pink mist violently spread outwards from her, engulfing everything.

It was as if countless graceful figures danced within, and innumerable seductive, decadent sounds echoed in the ears.

Mountains, rivers, vegetation—everything rapidly lost its original color within the pink mist, transforming into a bizarre, inverted, bewildering illusion.

This was the Joyful Union Sect’s supreme divine ability, Pure Heart Heavenly Fox’s innate domain: Blissful Formless Domain.

Within her domain, she was the sole ruler. All laws would be redefined, based on ‘desire and lust.’

Enemies’ attacks would be weakened, while her own charm arts would be infinitely amplified.

The crimson sword light sliced into the pink mist, its speed abruptly slowing. Illusions of countless alluring women appeared upon the blade, attempting to erode its world-ending murderous intent with soft affection.

Even the flames of ultimate yang and might were contaminated by the pervasive law of desire, their radiance growing ambiguous and flickering.

Gu Chang’an’s sword intent faced an unprecedented challenge. Images of her time with Shen Zhaoqing uncontrollably flashed through her mind. The emotions she had fiercely suppressed deep within her heart were now magnified infinitely, almost causing her sword heart to waver.

However, were these three easily subdued individuals?

“Mere parlor tricks!”

Ling Shuangjue scoffed coldly. Her Abyssal Slaughter Sword slid out of its sheath by half an inch with a resonant *clang*.

A purer, darker, and more tyrannical world-ending sword intent surged skyward, instantly annihilating the encroaching illusions.

“Trash! Burn for this princess… burn!”

In Yuange’s amber-gold eyes, golden flames erupted. The Golden Crow phantom behind her let out a piercing cry, further evaporating and igniting the surrounding pink mist!

“Slash!”

Gu Chang’an cried out, biting the tip of her tongue. The sharp pain jolted her awake instantly. A ruthless glint flashed in her eyes as her Forgetfulness Sword Intent reconsolidated, obliterating all the inner demon illusions.

Boom————! Boom————! Boom————!

Above the Azure Water Cold Pool, the skies had devolved into a chaotic, apocalyptic wasteland where laws warred without end.

Crimson demonic flames, golden divine fire, crisp sword light, and the alluring pink realm of desire clashed, corroded, and annihilated each other in a frenzy.

Every single collision sent tremors through the entire Qingzhou land!

The sky was torn, the earth wailed.

Yet, at the heart of this world-shattering battlefield, a peculiar ‘eye of the storm’ persisted.

Bai Zhileng clutched the cold body in her arms tightly. The barrier of light, expanded by her Glazed Medicine Cauldron, swayed precariously like a small boat amidst the raging storm of power unleashed by the four cultivators, yet it stubbornly refused to shatter.

Her face was ashen.

Maintaining this light barrier was a tremendous drain on her.

But her eyes were unusually calm.

She didn’t glance at the astounding battle. Instead, her head was bowed, her gaze fixed absently on Shen Zhaoqing in her embrace.

She observed the face that had lost all its vibrancy, and the peach blossom tear mole between her brows, which seemed to have congealed all her sorrows.

“Do you see, Zhaoqing… ”

She murmured softly, her voice barely audible, imbued with a sick, twisted tenderness.

“All these people outside, they are going mad for you.

“They all want you, want to possess you, want to tear you into pieces and devour you whole.”

“Only I, only I truly wish to save you, to protect you, to keep you forever pure and unblemished…”

Her fingertips gently brushed Shen Zhaoqing’s cold lips, the fanaticism and possessiveness in her eyes almost overflowing.

“Don’t be afraid. Soon… soon I will take you away from here.

“To a place where no one will ever find us.

“By then, you will belong to me alone…”

Her gaze slowly drifted from Shen Zhaoqing’s face, sweeping over the figures battling with fierce intensity in the sky, threatening to tear apart heaven and earth. In the depths of her eyes, a cold, precise calculation, unnoticed by anyone, flickered and vanished.

The time was almost ripe.

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