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The Consort of Rain could be considered the greatest threat to the Zhongzhou Dynasty, a name that every Central Sovereign has sought to eliminate throughout the generations. Yet, after all these years, it still looms large, alongside a figure known as the Mystic Warrior, eternally inscribed on the Central State Royal Family's list of enemies.
The current Central Sovereign is merely two hundred years old, but his cultivation has already surpassed that of the Old Emperor and the Old Emperor before him. He stands at the pinnacle of the Tribulation Period, just one step away from Great Perfection. The royal secret arts he practices are more formidable than any sect's Cultivation Method, capable of breaking through defenses infinitely. Moreover, he is exceptionally meticulous; he understands that there are greater powers beyond his own, which is why he has refrained from challenging the Consort of Rain.
This is due to her notoriously bad temper—she does not hesitate to take lives when provoked.
Her combat power has reached a level where numbers no longer matter.
However, today is different because this is royal territory.
He has summoned nearly all of the royal family's combat power to prevent the Taboo Existence behind Zhao Yang from appearing. Now that the Taboo Existence has not shown itself, it is instead the Consort of Rain who has arrived.
As soon as she appeared, she killed two of the Twelve Divine Generals, her terrifying presence already instilling fear in everyone.
Can one person's strength truly stand against an entire dynasty?
It turns out that some possess such power, but to annihilate an entire dynasty remains beyond their reach.
The Consort of Rain frowned; the remaining Divine Generals were all formidable opponents. The seven remaining Divine Generals were all at the Tribulation Period level, and the Central Sovereign, who had yet to make a move, watched with keen interest—his thoughts unknown.
"Tell me, why did you kill them?" The Consort of Rain asked haughtily, referring to those from Xuanfo Temple and his disciple Liu Rou.
"Killing a few ants requires no reason," one Divine General spoke on behalf of the Central Sovereign.
"Ants?" The Consort of Rain stepped forward and swiftly grasped the speaker's throat. Others tried to intervene but were too late. Realizing her unmatched combat power, this Divine General suddenly reversed his energy and self-destructed. The explosion sent the Consort of Rain staggering back, blood seeping from her palm. Even someone like her could sustain injuries in such a peak battle.
Yet her actions forced a rumored figure to abandon his physical form and detonate himself to injure her.
The Primordial Spirit of that Divine General escaped into the air, his gaze filled with malice mixed with a hint of fear and a touch of triumph.
He seemed to be proving a point: even the Consort of Rain could be wounded. Despite being deemed invincible by many, she was still human—not an immortal.
Watching her blood drip down, the Consort of Rain suddenly panicked. No one knew what caused her distress. She took out a blue-green flower from her sleeve and quickly plucked a petal to consume it, as if struck by an unexpected illness.
"That's the Dream Orchid! It contains the secret to immortality!" a cultivator exclaimed.
Suddenly, everyone heard the sound of flowing water and falling petals.
"You dare to hurt me?" The Consort of Rain trembled as she touched her face after consuming a piece of the Dream Orchid. Her eyes were slightly red, as if even a minor injury could greatly affect her beauty.
"Do you know that if I get hurt, I might age?" The Consort of Rain's voice at that moment resembled that of a wronged woman, reminiscent of a young girl. "So, you must die!" Her gaze suddenly turned vicious, and her voice became like that of a wicked woman; she was furious.
Few knew that for five hundred years since the founding of Falling Flower Valley, there had been no rules—except for one: do not anger the Consort of Rain.
Because the Consort of Rain feared aging.
Anger could lead to aging.
The Divine General, glowing with golden light, screamed in terror the next moment, as if being devoured by countless ants. He thrust his tiny golden hand into his own body, trying to extract his heart.
However, if the Primordial Infant was injured, the golden liquid would splatter, and it could not be repaired. The Primordial Infant was an incarnation of the Primordial Spirit; although it had some defensive capabilities, it was like the Primordial Spirit itself—once severely wounded, it could not be mended.
The Primordial Infant cried out in agony as its golden body exploded, releasing beautiful sparks in the air like fireworks in the night sky.
"Kill her!" The Central Sovereign commanded fearlessly. Now in the late stage of Tribulation Period and invincible among peers, he believed that the Consort of Rain could not possibly be at Ascension Stage since no one had Transcended Tribulation in five hundred years. However, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, he had gathered all high-ranking cultivators from the royal family to deal with any potential threats. He believed that even if an Immortal descended to this realm, they would surely perish.
Now that the Consort of Rain seemed somewhat deranged, he believed this was the perfect opportunity to eliminate her!
Everyone poured their strength into their attacks; treasures flew through the air as Dao Artifacts soared across the sky. A net of Talisman formations targeted the Consort of Rain. The thousands of Crimson Lotuses on her body scattered like a spider's web, piercing gold and shattering stone as they swept away all incoming enemies. Seven Divine Generals unleashed their most terrifying Divine Power in an attempt to restrain the Consort of Rain.
One Divine General with his hair tied up wore Golden Battle Armor and bore a black scar on his face. A peculiar sword appeared in his hand, releasing countless needle-like rays aimed at the Consort of Rain.
Another Divine General stomped heavily on the ground, lifting immense boulders to crush her beneath them.
A third Divine General transformed into nothingness, creating an endless repulsive force that formed chaotic currents intended to send the Consort of Rain into Void Turbulence and strangle her alive.
A fourth Divine General's eyes opened and closed with scorching black light sweeping toward the Consort of Rain. In his hand was something resembling a Tai Chi disc that continuously spun, emanating boundless Dao Power and disrupting the void.
The remaining three Divine Generals stood in a triangular formation, chanting incantations that linked them together with radiant light, creating an impenetrable array designed to trap the Consort of Rain.
The Consort of Rain roared, her hands drenched in blood as she slaughtered countless cultivators who dared to approach. Nascent Soul Stage cultivators fell in droves, and those at the Dao Fruit Stage were dispatched with a single strike; no one could withstand her onslaught. Even with Dao Artifacts in hand or unique Cultivation Methods, all efforts proved futile before her.
Surrounded by millions, the Consort of Rain teetered on the brink of madness. Her hands transformed into claws, and several almost invisible streams of light shot into the bodies of the seven Divine Generals. With a fierce pull, six of them crashed to the ground, clutching their chests as if their hearts were being grasped in a vice. The elder Divine General, over six hundred years old, struck his own chest with a palm, shattering his heart's meridians. A finger of the Consort of Rain snapped with a crack.
A flicker of panic crossed the Consort of Rain's eyes as the mist surrounding her face dissipated, revealing her features.
Her beauty was beyond mere description; it could only be called perfection.
Yet across her face were two words—Purple Mist.
Just moments ago, her beauty had tightened hearts; now, her visage aged rapidly. Wrinkles began to form on her skin—beneath her eyes, at the corners of her mouth, and around her ears. The Consort of Rain seemed unfazed by the attacks landing upon her; she merely touched her face.
Even when struck by Dao Artifacts, they could not pierce her flesh. A sound akin to weeping echoed in everyone's minds as she trembled and retrieved Dream Orchids from her sleeve, popping two petals into her mouth.
As a result, her aged appearance began to revert, transforming back into an exquisite yet sorrowful beauty. However, the two words etched upon her face left everyone puzzled.
Who was Purple Mist? Wasn't her name Consort of Rain?
Such a beautiful person—why would she inscribe words upon her face?
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