Crazy Women

Deep within the thousand-layered forbidden grounds in the back mountain of the Hehuan Sect.

The peach blossoms covering the mountains and plains were no longer a delicate pink. Instead, as if soaked in fresh blood, they displayed an eerie, glaring dark red. Under the pale moonlight, they exuded a thick scent of blood.

In the center of the spirit pool, upon a white bone lotus throne showered with fallen petals, sat a figure of unparalleled allure and extreme danger.

Ye Qingcheng.

She was draped in a crimson blood-veil as thin as a cicada's wing, her expansive, creamy white skin faintly discernible beneath it.

On that breathtakingly beautiful face, capable of captivating all living beings and bringing ruin to nations, there was not a trace of seductiveness. Instead, her body was wreathed in a pinkish-black malevolent aura that had almost condensed into physical form.

She was cultivating an extremely overbearing and brutal ancient forbidden art. The originally spirit-rich water of the pool was being drained of its spiritual essence at a visible rate, gradually turning into a murky, foul-smelling pool of dead water.

Phew...

Ye Qingcheng had her eyes slightly closed, her long eyelashes casting heavy shadows over her eyelids.

The moment she slowly opened her eyes, those peach-blossom eyes that should have been rippling and soul-stealing held not a shred of normal human reason. All that remained was a bottomless abyss of madness and paranoia.

Her fingers were slender and long, but her nails had been dyed an eerie dark red by some secret method.

At this moment, she was neurotically rubbing a fragmented jade pendant in her hand.

It was a personal item left behind by Ye Xuan years ago, and it still carried a trace of his aura.

She pressed the jade pendant against her burning cheek and took a greedy, deep breath, savoring the scent of the man who drove her mad day and night.

Senior Brother...

Ye Qingcheng murmured. Her voice was incredibly soft and seductive, echoing through the gloomy and empty back mountain, yet it made one's scalp tingle and sent shivers down the spine.

These past ten years... you have hidden yourself so well...

She suddenly began to laugh softly. Her laughter grew louder and sharper, eventually turning into a maniacal cackle tinged with mournfulness and venom.

The Empress of Great Xia went mad trying to turn the Nine Provinces upside down for you. That little slut from the Heavenly Demon Sect is skinning people alive everywhere. Even that insufferably arrogant old woman from the Extreme Cold Ice Palace froze herself into a monster just for you...

Crack!

Along with the violent fluctuations of her emotions, the white bone lotus throne beneath her, a veritable supreme treasure, was actually fractured with fine cracks by the terrifying pressure unintentionally leaking from her body.

Ye Qingcheng suddenly slammed the jade pendant hard against her high bosom, as if wanting to rub it into her very bones and blood.

From her half-closed eyes, a suffocating madness erupted once again.

To think... to think that in such a short time, you've gotten involved with so many women!

Just how many more reckless vixens have you provoked?

She raised her head abruptly, her disheveled hair flying wildly. Staring into the void, a sickly flush rose to her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth curled into a chillingly obsessive smile.

They are all looking for you... searching for you like mad dogs smelling blood.

But it's useless... None of them are worthy!

Senior Brother, you are mine...

Ye Qingcheng's facial features contorted slightly from extreme jealousy and possessiveness.

She widened her eyes fiercely, her sharp nails piercing deeply into her palms. Crimson blood dripped into the spirit pool, but she remained completely oblivious.

Her voice, like a life-claiming evil spirit crawling out from the Nine Nether Underworld, carried an absolute and resolute brutality:

You are mine alone! Whoever dares to touch you, I will skin her, pull out her tendons, and extract her soul to light the sky lantern! Whoever dares to look at you one more time, I will gouge out her eyes!

Even if... even if I have to break your arms and legs, cripple your cultivation, and turn you into a spirit puppet that can only look at me, you will still, for all lifetimes... rot in my embrace!

A fierce wind sprang up, and malevolent energy soared to the heavens. The sky full of blood-red peach blossoms was instantly shredded into crimson dust by the tyrannical aura erupting from her body.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were incomparably brutal, like a peerless fiend that had completely torn off its shackles and was about to devour the heavens.

Meanwhile, in the Central State, the Imperial Capital of the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty.

Inside the grand and majestic Nine-Five True Dragon Hall, a deathly stillness capable of freezing souls solid had congealed.

The civil and military officials of the entire court breathed with utmost caution. In the center of the hall, several hidden guards clad in blood-red soft armor were kneeling on the mirror-smooth white jade spirit bricks, trembling uncontrollably.

Upon the dragon throne sat a peerless woman draped in a profound black dragon robe trimmed with gold.

Her beauty could topple nations, and between her brows rested an imperial pressure that looked down upon the world. She was none other than the First Emperor of Great Jin, Empress Chu Jinghong.

However, at this moment, this decisive Empress who had once pacified the Eight Desolates with a single sword strike wore an incredibly gloomy expression.

In her hand, she tightly clutched a torn piece of a moon-white hem. It was the only thing left behind when the Regent, Ye Xuan, fled their wedding.

Her fair, slender fingers gently stroked the rough fabric. Her movements were as tender as if she were caressing a lover's cheek, but within those deep phoenix eyes surged a chilling madness and stubbornness.

Husband... it has been ten years. Where exactly have you gone?

Chu Jinghong muttered to herself, her voice so soft it felt as if water could drip from it, yet it carried a trace of spine-chilling resentment.

Do you know that for these three thousand six hundred days without you, Jinghong has been in so much pain every night that I cannot sleep? You clearly said you would stay by my side forever...

The leader of the hidden guards kneeling below swallowed hard and reported with a trembling voice, Reporting to Your Majesty... your subjects followed the clues left behind by Ye Xuan back then and tracked them all the way. In the end... we traced them to the Great Wu Dynasty, to Wu Lingxiao...

Wu Lingxiao? Chu Jinghong's eyes instantly turned cold. The temperature around her plummeted, and a layer of scarlet frost actually formed on the dragon pillars inside the hall.

Yes... but your subjects discovered that Her Majesty the Martial Emperor also does not know the Lord's whereabouts. She... she is also searching the world like a madwoman for Ye Xuan, even going so far as to mobilize the Dragon Vein Dark Network of the Great Wu Dynasty...

Crack!

The ten-thousand-year profound jade dragon throne beneath Chu Jinghong instantly fractured into countless fine, spiderweb-like cracks.

A terrifying, world-destroying killing intent swept through the entire hall like a ruptured tsunami. The hidden guards bearing the brunt of it did not even have time to scream before they were blasted by the pressure, coughing up mouthfuls of blood as their meridians snapped inch by inch.

Wu. Ling. Xiao!

Chu Jinghong's breathtakingly beautiful face contorted slightly in extreme jealousy and violent rage, her eyes filling with terrifying scarlet bloodshot lines. She stood up abruptly, her loose dragon robe fluttering without any wind, resembling a female demon god walking straight out of the Asura Realm.

What does she count for? A slut who climbed the ranks relying on her body is worthy of looking for my husband?

Intense jealousy and sickly possessiveness completely ignited the madness in this Empress's heart. She bit down hard on her crimson lips until blood seeped out; that metallic sweet taste only made her more excited and frenzied.

Husband is mine... from the strands of his hair to his bones and blood, even every single breath and every inch of his soul, belongs entirely to me!

Chu Jinghong threw her head back and let out a blood-curdling, shrill laugh, her laughter filled with a sick, obsessive madness. "Whoever dares to look at him one more time, I will gouge out their eyes! Whoever dares to touch a single corner of his clothes, I will execute their nine generations! If Wu Lingxiao dares to covet my man, I will send my army to level her Great Xia Immortal Dynasty!"

She slowly lowered her head, burying the scrap of fabric that belonged to Ye Xuan deep against her nose, greedily sniffing the long-faded scent on it. A desperate, morbid light flickered in her eyes.

"Husband, you cannot escape... When Jinghong finds you, I will break your limbs and use chains forged from ten-thousand-year abyssal dark iron to lock you securely to my dragon bed. I will give you whatever you want—the empire, the world, even my own life!"

"But you can only look at me, only hold me, and you can go nowhere else..."

"Husband, you are mine. I will never yield you to anyone!"

Within the empty grand hall, only the Empress's utterly paranoid, weeping, and mad echoes remained, lingering for a long time.

In the Fiendgod Forbidden Zone, a terrifying scene was currently unfolding.

This was a desert of life, a ruin of laws. The firmament was an oppressive dark purple, and the air was thick with the resentment of fiendgods, so dense it almost liquefied.

Everywhere, one could see the remains of ancient fiendgods, as massive as small mountains. Even though they had perished billions of years ago, their residual might still caused the void to constantly collapse and reform.

Turbulent currents of the void, capable of instantly tearing apart the body of a Soul Formation stage cultivator, raged here like a storm.

However, in this land of death that devoured even light, a petite figure was charging recklessly through the storm of chaos and destruction.

It was a woman.

Unexpectedly, she was not wearing defensive magical treasures or martial attire, but rather a highly conspicuous, extremely luxurious, yet endlessly eerie black bridal gown.

The gown was woven from some unknown divine silkworm silk, purely and profoundly black. Dark red threads were used to embroider nether phoenixes ready to take flight, their eyes inlaid with blood-like rubies that glinted with a bewitching light in the dimness.

Her figure was petite and exquisite, looking no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. She was barefoot, her small feet as translucent as white jade, stepping upon rivers formed by highly corrosive fiendgod blood without being tainted by a single speck of dust.

Yet, forming a sharp contrast with her petite appearance was the terrifying aura she emanated.

Her face was so pale it was almost transparent, but her lips were as red as blood. Her large eyes, which should have been lively, were now covered in a dense web of scarlet bloodshot lines. Her pupils were unfocused, revealing a spine-chilling frenzy.

"Master... Master... where exactly are you?"

She muttered to herself, her voice delicate and ethereal, yet carrying a bone-deep desolation and resentment. It echoed continuously in the silent forbidden zone, stirring up gusts of ghostly wind.

"I've been looking for you for so long... so, so long... so long that I've almost forgotten who I am, only remembering that I must find Master..."

As she spoke, she casually swung the longsword gripped tightly in her hand.

It was a snow-white longsword, its blade emitting a cold, gloomy light, like a frigid moon that had fallen into the mortal realm.

It was none other than the ancient immortal sword, Moon Gazer.

At this moment, sensing its master's madness, the Moon Gazer sword let out waves of mournful sword cries. Its sword aura was no longer pure and righteous, but wreathed in a heavy layer of blackish-red energy.

"Screech!"

An ancient wraith lurking in the shadows, its strength comparable to the Void Refinement stage, could not resist the temptation and attempted a sneak attack.

However, before it could even get within a hundred zhang of the woman in the black bridal gown, the woman didn't even turn her head; her gaze simply focused slightly.

In an instant, an invisible yet utterly terrifying telekinetic force descended.

The powerful wraith didn't even have time to scream before it froze in the void. Then, with a bang, it completely disintegrated into countless shattered soul fragments, which were greedily devoured and absorbed by the nether phoenixes on her black bridal gown.

"Why... why have I nearly scoured all three thousand Dao States, yet I still can't find Master?"

The woman's voice suddenly turned harsh. Two patches of morbid flush appeared on her pale cheeks, and the madness in her eyes grew increasingly intense.

She abruptly stopped, hovering above the skull of a ten-thousand-zhang divine corpse. Her pale small hands gripped the hilt of the Moon Gazer sword deathly tight, her knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.

She looked up at the dark purple firmament, her eyes losing focus, as if looking through the dense fog to see the figure that haunted her dreams.

An extremely terrifying, highly absurd thought that made her tremble uncontrollably suddenly sprang from her already chaotic sea of consciousness, viciously biting at her heart like a venomous snake.

"Master... are you intentionally hiding from me?"

"You must be intentionally hiding from me! You find me annoying, don't you? You don't want me anymore, do you?"

She let out a hysterical scream, her voice piercing and ear-splitting, tearing through the void.

"No! You are mine! Your life is mine, your soul is mine, everything about you is mine! Even if you die, you can only die in my arms! How dare you... how dare you hide from me?"

Her intense, morbidly obsessive possessiveness completely detonated the destructive power within her body that had been dormant for countless years.

The black bridal gown fluttered automatically without wind, rustling loudly. The nether phoenixes on it came alive, letting out shrill screeches. The void around her completely collapsed at this moment, turning into a chaotic nothingness.

"Since you hide and refuse to see me... then I will destroy this world! I will kill everyone who stops me from finding you! Let's see how long you can hide!!"

Accompanied by a final mad roar filled with destructive will, the woman in the black bridal gown raised the Moon Gazer sword high with both hands. The terrifying spiritual power, resentment, and obsession within her body were poured unreservedly into the blade at this moment.

The Moon Gazer sword trembled violently like never before. The sword light turned from white to black, transforming into a terrifying demonic beam ten thousand zhang long, seemingly capable of severing karma and judging life and death.

Then, this apocalyptic strike, carrying her endless madness and resentment, furiously slashed down at the earth below!

Whether ancient fiendgod remains, restrictive formations, or eternal wraiths, in the face of this desperate strike, they were all as fragile as paper.

The earth wailed, and the void shattered. This single sword strike forcibly cleaved this Fiendgod Forbidden Zone, which stretched for an unknown number of tens of thousands of miles, into two, forming a terrifying, bottomless abyss that extended to the horizon!

Countless powerful monsters that had survived in this forbidden zone for countless years didn't even have a chance to react before turning into ash under this destructive sword aura.

The sword aura crisscrossed, refusing to dissipate for a long time. Within that newly formed massive rift, the mad, desperate, and twisted intent of the woman in the black bridal gown still lingered...

"Master... I will definitely find you... I definitely will..."

"You are the master of the Sun Slayer sword, and I am the master of the Moon Gazer sword. We are a match made in heaven!"