Immediately afterward, she raised her right hand once more and extended a slender, jade-like index finger.
The movement was effortless and understated, exactly the same as when she had defeated Wang Zhan.
There was no dazzling radiance at her fingertip, nor any violent surge of energy. There was only the purest, most supreme flow of the Dao laws, as though it could sever every principle and variation in existence.
“No matter how you change and transform, I shall sever it with a single finger.”
With that calm thought, she pointed forward.
There was no earth-shaking boom, no phenomenon that tore the sky apart. That slender, jade-like finger simply and plainly pierced into the nine-colored web of laws.
The seemingly gentle motion carried the supreme rhythm of the Dao—the power to sever the ages and annihilate all laws.
“Chi—”
A faint sound rang out, like a blade slicing through thin paper.
The web of laws, woven from nine ultimate laws and powerful enough to make even Sage King-realm experts retreat, actually began to crack inch by inch from the center beneath that single finger!
At the moment the web of laws shattered, the nine illusions—half-real and half-illusory—let out muffled groans in unison.
Fine cracks appeared across the surface of every illusion. It was the backlash caused by the severing of the laws, striking both the soul and the physical body at the same time!
“Impossible!”
For the first time, Prince Tui’s voice wavered. His calm eyes erupted with shock, and the galaxies of reincarnation within his pupils began to fall into chaos.
“The Divine Silkworm’s Nine Transformations, the Myriad Laws Returning as One—how could you break it so easily?!”
He refused to believe it!
The supreme divine ability of the Ancient Emperor Divine Silkworm evolved nine ultimate laws, specifically to counter the countless Dao rhythms of the world. How could it be so utterly helpless before a single finger from a woman?!
Driven by shock and fury, Prince Tui no longer held anything back. The nine-colored radiance around him surged to its peak, and the nine illusions instantly contracted, transforming into a stream of light that merged into his true body!
“Myriad Laws Returning as One!”
His furious shout shook the entire arena!
The power of the nine laws intertwined, compressed, and fused within his body at a frenzied pace, ultimately condensing into a pillar of nine-colored light.
Within that pillar, countless laws seemed to be born and destroyed, containing terrifying power capable of piercing through Heaven and Earth!
This was the true killing move of the Divine Silkworm’s Nine Transformations!
The web of laws from before had merely been an opening move. The Myriad Laws Returning as One was the true finishing strike—an attack powerful enough to slay a Sage King!
Yet in the face of the nine-colored pillar of light, powerful enough to shatter Heaven and Earth, Ling Xi’s expression remained completely unchanged.
She merely watched the pillar as it shot toward her, her gaze as indifferent as ice that had endured for countless ages, as though she were looking at something utterly insignificant.
“I told you: no matter how you change and transform, I shall sever it with a single finger.”
Her cold, clear voice rang distinctly throughout the arena.
As her words fell, the Dao rhythm at Ling Xi’s fingertip grew even purer and more supreme!
She moved forward once more and lightly tapped with her finger.
It was still that slender, jade-like finger. It was still the same seemingly effortless motion.
But this time, an invisible line seemed to extend from her fingertip, connecting Heaven and Earth and severing karma itself.
“Boom—!”
Her finger collided head-on with the nine-colored pillar of light!
There was no energy storm as expected, nor any shockwave sweeping across the arena. There was only a deep, muffled boom.
The pillar of light, which contained the power of nine ultimate laws, actually shattered inch by inch beneath Ling Xi’s single finger, as though it had crashed into an unbreakable wall!
The countless laws within the pillar dissolved soundlessly the instant they touched her fingertip, vanishing like snow beneath the sun!
“Pfft—!”
Prince Tui suffered a devastating blow. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward before crashing heavily onto the arena stage and kicking up clouds of dust.
He struggled to rise, only to discover that the power of the laws within his body had completely collapsed, like a kite whose string had been severed. He could no longer summon even the slightest trace of it.
The nine-colored radiance dimmed, and the nine domains of law surrounding him shattered like bubbles. Even his soul had developed a crack that would be extremely difficult to heal!
“My laws… My Nine Transformations…”
Prince Tui lay sprawled on the arena stage, his eyes vacant as he muttered to himself. His voice was filled with despair and bewilderment.
The Divine Silkworm bloodline he had always taken pride in, the supreme divine ability he had cultivated for countless years—all of it had proven so utterly helpless before Ling Xi’s single finger!
Instant defeat!
Another effortless strike of a single finger!
The son of the Ancient Emperor Divine Silkworm, renowned for his unpredictable transformations and mastery over the evolution of myriad laws, had actually been crushed in the very field in which he excelled. His opponent had shattered the Myriad Laws Returning as One with a single finger, defeating him in an instant!
For a moment, everyone’s thoughts came to a halt. Their minds repeatedly replayed the frozen image of the myriad laws, along with that seemingly ordinary finger.
The son of the Ancient Emperor Divine Silkworm!
Another child of a Great Emperor had been defeated by the Cyan Rakshasa with a single finger!
If the Holy Light Tiger Prince’s defeat in the first match could still be explained away as underestimating his opponent or suffering an unexpected setback—an explanation that preserved their crumbling pride and understanding—
then in this second match, faced with a descendant of the Ancient Emperor Divine Silkworm who was equally ancient, whose bloodline was no less noble, and who was renowned for his profound mastery of the Dao,
Ling Xi had still used only a single finger to crush the Myriad Laws Returning as One that he was most proud of!
It was like a cold bolt of lightning tearing through the eternal night, ruthlessly shattering every last hope of luck and fantasy.
This was not an accident.
It was an ironclad fact—a crushing victory beyond all dispute!
“Eighth match… the c-current-era demon race, victorious…”
The Great Sage of the Demon Court responsible for announcing the result spoke in a dry, hoarse, halting voice, as though he had exhausted the strength of his entire life.
Only after using every ounce of effort to force the result from his throat did he finally announce it, his voice carrying a trembling weakness that came from the depths of his soul.
“Rumble—!!”
The cheers of the current-era demon race erupted like a volcano that had been accumulating power for billions of years, and the sound waves shattered the clouds!
This was not mere joy. It was the release of those who had survived a calamity, the ecstatic celebration of faith rebuilt from the ruins!
Yuan Tiangang trembled with excitement, his fists clenched tightly and tears welling in his eyes.
Two consecutive victories! Two children of Great Emperors defeated in succession!
Four to four!
They were truly about to reverse the desperate situation!
Meanwhile, the Ancient Demon Court’s side fell into utter silence.
The Ancient Imperial Prince’s expression was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. The demonic aura around him had grown violent to the extreme, radiating a suppressive force filled with destruction.
He stared fixedly at Ling Xi, killing intent surging into the heavens within his golden eyes!
Two children of Great Emperors had been defeated one after another!
This was no longer merely a matter of losing face. It was a slap across the face of the Ancient Demon Court!
It was a trampling of the Ancient Demon Court’s prestige!
The pressure had reached its peak!
The ninth match was no longer simply about victory or defeat. It would be a battle for the dignity of the Ancient Demon Court!
He had to personally enter the fray and reclaim their collapsing position with the most crushing victory possible!
Demon Emperor Yuan Tiangang slowly loosened his tightly clenched fists, his palms already slick with sweat.
However, when his gaze swept across his own side, the flames that had just begun to rise in his heart seemed to be doused by a bucket of cold water.
Only two people remained who had yet to fight: Xiao Ruobai and Cang You of the Azure Eagle clan.
Cang You’s strength was considerable. He was one of the current era’s top demonic prodigies, and his speed was unrivaled among his peers.
But Yuan Tiangang knew all too well that after witnessing the unfathomable Ancient Imperial Prince on the opposing side, as well as the most mysterious mist-shrouded figure behind him who had yet to make a move…
Cang You’s chances of victory were vanishingly small.
At his limit, he might be able to take down the strongest opponent other than the Ancient Imperial Prince. But against the Ancient Imperial Prince himself, defeat was almost certain.
The pressure came crashing down once more, crushing everything like a mountain.
The ninth bout—of vital importance!
And just as the situation hung by a thread—
“I’ll fight this one.”
A deep, calm voice suddenly rang out from the edge of the present-day demon clan’s formation.
The voice was not loud, yet it struck the air like metal against stone, carrying clearly into the ears of everyone present and instantly shattering the oppressive atmosphere.
Everyone turned in astonishment.
The crowd automatically parted, opening a passage as a figure slowly walked forward.
It was Wang Zhan!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
