As the last Primordial Spirit's shrill wail came to an abrupt end.
The black mist filling the sky finally slowed to a halt.
Over a dozen Tower-Ascending Martial Immortals.
At this moment.
Aside from the severed limbs falling like rain from mid-air and the dissipating specks of light from the Primordial Spirits.
Not a single trace remained in the world.
Between heaven and earth.
Only a hundred hideous demon souls remained, standing silently in the Void Realm.
Each one possessed overwhelming Evil Qi and world-shaking ferocity.
They did not disperse but turned their heads in unison, hundreds of crimson, tyrannical eyes looking respectfully toward the lone figure in black robes.
As the girl nodded slowly.
Roar—
A hundred demons roared together, their voices shaking the nine heavens.
Their massive bodies collapsed one after another, turning into rolling black smoke that swarmed into the girl's acupoints like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
In the blink of an eye.
The darkness that had blotted out the sun completely receded.
The long-absent sunlight once again fell upon Chang'an.
It shone upon the mess on the long streets, appearing exceptionally piercing.
Until this moment.
Neither Thirteen Wu, standing beside the girl, nor the people of the Great Tang below, who were already dumbstruck.
Only then did they wake up as if from a dream.
It's over?
Is it truly over?
Over a dozen Tower Ascent Realm Immortal Masters from various Dao Lineages joined forces to besiege and kill one person.
The result was that they were all killed instead.
This was too... one-sided, wasn't it?!
Even though they saw it with their own eyes, everyone still felt as if they were in a nightmare; it was absurdly surreal.
Waves of shock surged in Wang Ziyu's heart.
Although he knew this girl was a freak.
Having stayed by her side during this period, he had become accustomed to her endless variety of methods.
But every time.
Every time he thought this was the limit.
This girl would always pull out something even more terrifying, completely shattering his understanding.
A hundred Tower Ascent Realm demons!
What kind of concept was this?
What made his scalp tingle even more was... this girl usually had nothing to do; she did nothing but eat and sleep, occasionally spacing out.
He had never seen her seriously go into seclusion to Cultivate.
When exactly did she learn these methods?
Could it be... she had been hiding her true capabilities all along?
Even when facing the demons of Spirit Mountain earlier, she had stubbornly held back such a trump card?
If that were truly the case.
Then her Heart-Nature was simply too terrifying!
With such shrewdness, patience, and this kind of strength... what exactly was this girl plotting?
Wang Ziyu watched the figure in black robes slowly descend, feeling his throat go dry.
Jiang Yuechu, the focus of everyone's gaze, ignored the terrified looks around her.
She only frowned slightly, looking at the prompts that appeared.
[Killed an Ascending to the Tower Realm Creature, gained 2,200 years of Dao Cultivation]
[Killed an Ascending to the Tower Realm Creature, gained 1,800 years of Dao Cultivation]
[Killed...]
Dense prompts scrolled past.
In truth, dealing with these people would have only taken a single strike if she had burned her Dao Cultivation.
There was no need to go through the grand spectacle of the Hundred Demons Night Walk.
But the rewards for killing Human Race Cultivators... were simply too pathetic.
Not only could she not imprison their souls within her body, but the Dao Cultivation gained after killing them was also pitifully low.
These dozen or so Tower Ascent Realm Cultivators combined had only provided a few tens of thousands of years of Dao Cultivation.
If it were a great demon of the same realm, even just one, it would have yielded at least a hundred thousand years!
Are you treating me like a beggar?
Jiang Yuechu couldn't help but complain inwardly.
Although she was unhappy.
What else could she do? She couldn't exactly find the person who designed the System and slap them a few times, could she?
Jiang Yuechu sighed and indifferently extended her palm.
Whoosh—
The remaining black mist that had not yet dispersed instantly turned into dozens of tentacles, weaving through the ruins.
It swept up the Cultivators' corpses scattered on the ground, leaving none behind.
Although the Dao Cultivation was low, these Dao Lineage Immortal Masters should still have some wealth on them.
After finishing all this.
She then slowly turned around.
She nodded slightly to the old Daoist who had just landed.
"Thanks."
Although she could have handled that situation herself.
This old Daoist had still chosen to protect her life when faced with pressure from various Dao Lineages.
Distinguishing clearly between kindness and grudges.
That had always been her principle.
Hearing this, Thirteen Wu's mouth twitched slightly. After a long silence, he awkwardly withdrew his gaze: "Why thank me... If I had known you had this kind of strength... why would I have bothered..."
Just then.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from a distance.
The young Emperor stumbled and rushed in front of the girl.
Looking at the familiar yet strange figure before him.
His eyes grew hot, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly.
"Lonely Moon..."
He reached out a trembling hand, wanting to touch the girl's shoulder.
But his hand stopped mid-air.
It suddenly froze.
Even though she was his biological sister.
Even though he knew she would never hurt him.
His body's instinct kept his hand suspended in mid-air, unable to lower it.
In the end.
He could only awkwardly retract his hand, clenching it into a fist and hiding it in his sleeve.
"Are you... okay?"
Jiang Yuechu tilted her head slightly.
The crimson deep in her eyes slowly faded, returning to its usual clarity.
"I'm fine."
Three simple words.
Yet they made the Emperor breathe a long sigh of relief.
And behind him.
Lu Changfeng, who had been maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.
His heart was exploding.
Holy crap!
Holy crap!!!
What kind of divine thigh is this to cling to?!
Originally, he had some misgivings, wondering if the Lu family had gambled too much this time.
After all, they were offending those high-and-mighty Dao Lineages for the sake of a mundane Dynasty.
But looking at it now.
The Lu family must have had smoke rising from their ancestral graves—no, their graves must have caught fire—to have cultivated such heaven-sent fortune!
As long as they clung tightly to this thigh.
As long as this Jinx didn't fall.
From now on in this Eastern Region, who would dare to underestimate the Lu family of Qifeng Ridge even slightly?!
Even... if this Jinx could truly reach that step.
The Lu family might even be able to use this momentum to take a seat above the clouds!
At this thought.
Lu Changfeng felt heat coursing through his body.
If not for the fear of death.
He would have wanted to grab this girl and give her a few big kisses.
Suppressing the overwhelming excitement in his heart.
Lu Changfeng took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain his outward composure.
Just as he was about to offer a few compliments.
He heard the girl suddenly look toward him.
"Regarding the matter of the Incense Path, how was your discussion?"
"..."
Lu Changfeng was stunned.
Clearly, he hadn't expected.
That right after a life-and-death battle, she wouldn't even take a breath before turning to ask about serious business.
He didn't dare to be negligent and hurriedly took a step forward, cupping his hands: "Just now in front of the hall, I have already discussed it with His Majesty."
"Although the newly built temples of the Great Tang were constructed somewhat hastily, for the Incense Path, it is not a major issue... As long as the locations are chosen correctly and the layout is well-distributed, there is no need to tear down and rebuild the temples themselves; a little renovation will suffice."
"It's just..."
He looked up at Jiang Yuechu.
"The enshrined statues cannot be handled carelessly."
"To Cultivate the 'The Method of Myriad Transformations Returning to the Golden Body', only a golden body refined through a special method can carry the vast Power Of Will..."