The Evil Emperor VS Emperor Zhao

Evil Spirit Realm.

A terrifying wheel had evolved to its extreme, suspended in the Evil Spirit Domain like a canopy that obscured the sky and the sun.

The Evil Spirit Realm was vast beyond measure. Beyond the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, nearly all was the Evil Spirit Domain, teeming with an almost infinite number of evil spirit creatures.

As the great Wheel of Destiny turned, the tides of fate it stirred annihilated countless evil spirits—how dreadful the Way of Destiny was! Lesser evil spirits were even erased from the very traces of their origin, ceasing to exist entirely.

An endless tide of evil spirit creatures surged toward Di Zhao, among them those at the Creation Realm, Quasi-Emperor Realm, and even the Great Emperor Realm.

But before Di Zhao, a supreme Immortal Emperor, great emperors and ants were no different.

Almost all the evil spirits were crushed into dust, swallowed by the endless River of Fate.

Di Zhao had grown so powerful that she could summon the River of Fate at will.

The River of Fate, the River of Time, the Gate of Reincarnation, and the Gate of Chaos were all legendary existences, capable of influencing karma and reincarnation.

When Di Zhao grew angry, countless living beings would suffer misfortune.

The very heavens and earth of the Evil Spirit Domain were shattered by the massive Wheel of Destiny. The true form of this Dao artifact, when fully expanded, spanned at least several light-years in diameter, its surface densely inscribed with Dao runes.

Before long, the move alerted the Evil Spirit Immortals residing in the realm.

"ROAR!!!"

A presence suddenly awakened. "Who dares to cause trouble on my territory?"

Boundless black evil spirit aura surged forth as an immense Evil Spirit Immortal Sovereign slowly roused from slumber. This Evil Spirit Domain was clearly his jurisdiction.

But—

He was merely at the Fourth Tribulation Immortal Sovereign Realm. To Di Zhao, he was at most a slightly larger ant.

"You—"

A mere ripple from the Wheel of Destiny instantly ground him to dust. He had not even opened his eyes when he awakened from sleep.

Moreover, Di Zhao wielded the Origin Power of Fate. Any evil spirit killed by her could never be resurrected.

The Way of Fate was incredibly broken, capable of ignoring even true destiny, tracing back to the origin to utterly destroy a being.

Immortals faced six tribulations, each one accumulating true fate, but such things were nothing but a joke before Di Zhao.

"Whoosh—"

After who knew how long, the killing intent between the woman’s brows slowly faded, and the karmic flames clinging to her gently dissipated.

Di Zhao slowly withdrew the Wheel of Destiny, leaving a vast stretch of starry space shattered and broken.

She had vented her rage. To Di Zhao, these evil spirits were no different from small monsters in a game—she held no psychological burden over them at all.

But just as she was about to leave, a calm voice rang out.

"Long time no see, Lady Di Zhao."

The unhurried voice seemed to come drifting from the ends of the heavens. Di Zhao looked up slowly.

A figure walked leisurely toward her, stepping on black flames of evil fire. Her pitch-black dress, like fire itself, accentuated her perfect figure.

"You are... the Evil Emperor?" Di Zhao spoke, her expression calm.

Clearly, she recognized Ji Qingyi, though she was not very familiar with her.

After all, Di Zhao’s era had come too late. When the Devil Ancestor and her two disciples were at their invincible peak, Di Zhao had not yet been born. After the Devil Ancestor fell, her two disciples quickly vanished from the scene. Who would have guessed that Ji Qingyi would become the founding ancestor of the Evil Spirit Path?!

"Lady Di Zhao... it is indeed you. To ascend as an emperor through the Way of Fate—only you could achieve that."

Ji Qingyi spoke slowly, without a shred of fear toward Di Zhao.

"Are you going to fight me?" Di Zhao glanced at Ji Qingyi.

"No. I just want to talk with you."

"Those who once bore witness to the glory of the Ancient Heavenly Court have now nearly all passed away. You and I belong to the same era, so naturally, we share the same feelings..."

"But I don’t want to talk to you!" Di Zhao pulled out the Wheel of Destiny, adopting a stance of complete disregard for life, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

Ji Qingyi only raised her hand, and an even more overwhelming force suppressed Di Zhao. The prestige of this power even surpassed the Origin of Fate, carrying a faint trace of the aura of reincarnation.

"The Way of Reincarnation? You have also mastered the Great Path of Reincarnation?"

Di Zhao was shocked. This Evil Emperor had already grasped the Origin of the Evil Path, and now she had also seized the Origin of the Reincarnation Path?

Ji Qingyi did not reply. The Human Emperor she had imprisoned was almost completely refined by her. The authority over the Origin of Reincarnation had already shifted ownership by 95%, fully assimilated by her.

The Human Emperor in the Devil Palace had been crying out to her daily, begging her not to kill them, having long lost their former arrogance and confidence.

Her cultivation had now fully transcended the Immortal Realm, stepping into the Path of Transcendence, rendering all of Di Zhao’s techniques ineffective against her.

Killing Di Zhao now would require no more than a single thought from her.

"Heh. Evil ways and crooked doctrines." Di Zhao was not urgent, merely letting out a cold snort.

Although Ji Qingyi’s methods were stronger—she had definitely reached the Transcendence Realm—Di Zhao was not panicked at all. She had already become a part of Jiang Che’s System Family, granting her not only an immortal body but also the ability to use System item cards at will.

If strength wasn’t enough, she could let her husband handle it!

"You’re the disciple of the Demon Ancestor, while my husband is his reincarnation. I’m your husband’s wife, so in terms of seniority... you should actually call me 'Master’s Wife'!"

Di Zhao had been corrupted by staying by Jiang Che’s side, learning to dish out retorts just like him.

Of course, in Di Zhao’s eyes, Jiang Che was nowhere close to being the Demon Ancestor. She was simply trying to provoke Ji Qingyi.

But Ji Qingyi merely lowered her gaze. "You think so too?"

Then she shook her head with a sneer. "You've never met the Demon Ancestor. How can you say that?"

"However, their eyes really are strikingly similar," Ji Qingyi murmured to herself, a sharp, cold glint flashing deep within her eyes.

Her hatred for the Demon Ancestor had fermented into something overwhelmingly fierce. She was almost certain now... that Jiang Che was the Demon Ancestor. That was why, when the Celestial Emperor of the Vast Expanse had tried to strike across realms to kill Jiang Che, she had blasted one of his True Mandates to pieces. The Demon Ancestor’s life was hers to take, and hers alone.

Ji Qingyi’s slender hand lightly touched her own heart. It felt as though something had pierced clean through it, like a nail driven deep. That Demon Ancestor master of hers had used exactly this—a single Demon-Sealing Nail—to pin her firmly to the abyss, forever unable to take even a single step beyond the Demon Palace’s depths.

Fortunately, over the years, her cultivation had gradually increased. Now she could attempt to leave the Demon Palace bit by bit, though she couldn't last long before being forced back.

And all of this was thanks to the Demon Ancestor—namely, Jiang Che!