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In the skies above the Dragon Domain, two figures descended. One was clad in black, her beauty ethereal and untouched by the mortal world. The other was an elderly Daoist Nun, dressed in a simple robe that exuded an indescribable aura of Daoist essence.
The two stood suspended in the air, beneath them lay a vast expanse of corpses and heaps of bones.
"It seems we are too late; the Dragon Clan has been annihilated. I wonder if Consort Yu managed to rescue Zhao Yang and the others," said the Ice Snow Consort.
"Could someone have transcended tribulation here? Most of these people perished under the lightning tribulation," the Daoist Nun remarked, her usually placid face showing a hint of emotion. At this point, she glanced coldly toward a large stone nearby and called out, "Whoever is hiding there, come out!"
The High Priest looked at the Ice Snow Consort and the elderly Daoist Nun and said, "Even I can detect your presence; you truly are the Ice Snow Consort and Pudu Shanni of the Compassionate Voyage Sect."
The Ice Snow Consort shot a cold glance at the High Priest and asked, "Who are you, and why are you still alive?"
The High Priest laughed heartily. "The one who could kill me has yet to be born!"
"Arrogant!" The Ice Snow Consort snorted coldly and immediately attacked, sending eight Ice Swords piercing through the air toward the High Priest.
Fury ignited in the High Priest's eyes as he unleashed a burst of golden light to shatter the Ice Swords, retreating rapidly to land atop a large rock.
"Not only do you possess an Indestructible Body from Buddhism, but you've also collected countless Dragon Pills. This calamity upon the Dragon Clan must have been instigated by you!" Pudu Shanni accused.
A smile played on the High Priest's lips as he replied, "Unfortunately for you, you've arrived too late. It would have been better to bury you all together!"
As the three faced off, a figure clad entirely in white slowly floated down from a barren sky. He was bare-chested, with only two dots for eyebrows, faint runes adorning his face and back. Large earrings hung beneath his ears, and he held a staff crackling with electric energy, drifting toward them like a ghost.
"I told you there must be unparalleled masters in this world. These two are far superior to those old and weak soldiers. If you are willing to serve me, I can spare your lives," said the Thunder God lazily.
"You really think of yourself as a deity from beyond?" The Ice Snow Consort's garments billowed as her aura suddenly intensified.
Pudu Shanni intervened, saying, "He is a practitioner at the pinnacle of Thunder Path; I can handle him."
"Handle me?" The Thunder God's eyebrows raised in surprise before he chuckled softly. "How amusing; I..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly choked on his words. His eyes widened in disbelief as he touched his neck with his hand. There, a thin cut had appeared, blood slowly seeping from it.
Then, the head of the Thunder God slowly slipped off, and his body fell backward to the ground, plummeting from a great height onto the charred corpse of a dragon.
The High Priest gasped at Pudu Shanni's display. Was the Thunder God really dead just like that?
The head of the Thunder God rolled on the ground, but his body did not disintegrate into ashes like other revived Transcending Tribulation Stage Cultivators; it remained intact and vibrant.
In the next moment, a voice suddenly rang in the High Priest's ears.
"Are you scared?"
The High Priest's hair stood on end. He had thought the Thunder God was killed in one blow, but unexpectedly, the Thunder God appeared behind him, radiating electric energy, completely unharmed. His expression was still calm and unperturbed, with no marks on his neck, while the body that had been split in two was visibly decaying and crumbling away.
Ice Snow Consort looked at Pudu Shanni in confusion, who also showed signs of surprise. "I didn't expect the Thunder God to have already mastered the technique of external incarnation and to have completed the replacement in such a short time. Truly remarkable."
Meanwhile, the Thunder God standing behind the High Priest retracted his smile, his face gradually turning pale. A vague disc appeared behind him, adorned with strange and bizarre patterns that seemed closely related to him. The Thunder God took a deep breath and then widened his eyes as he looked at Pudu Shanni. "You old hag! How dare you injure me when I was unaware! You will bear my endless wrath! You will face divine punishment!"
Pudu Shanni said nothing. Suddenly, her sleeves elongated and shot toward the Thunder God. He dared not confront it directly; lightning flickered beneath his feet as he dashed away from his original position. The sleeve struck the ground and immediately rebounded back toward him. The Thunder God dodged again and opened his mouth to unleash a brilliant bolt of lightning aimed at Pudu Shanni. She did not flinch or evade; instead, that bolt struck her and instantly reflected back toward him.
The Thunder God was alarmed and hurriedly jumped aside, where he had been standing transformed into a sea of lightning.
Immediately after, countless long sleeves shot forth in rapid succession. Gritting his teeth, the Thunder God braced himself for one strike but was forcefully pierced through. In a panic, he used a secret technique to transform himself into a Lightning Spirit Body, evading Pudu Shanni's attack. He then aimed his staff at her and pushed forward with great force.
Whoosh!
A piercing bolt of lightning seemed poised to penetrate Pudu Shanni, but once again it was reflected back!
"How is this possible? What kind of treasure do you possess?" The Thunder God was now unsettled; it was utterly unfathomable that someone could reflect his path of lightning. He had been a figure alongside Demon Moon thousands of years ago; he had never heard of such treasures or Cultivation Methods.
But Pudu Shanni paid him no mind; her reflective sleeves continued their relentless pursuit of the Thunder God. His Thunder Path proved utterly ineffective against her attacks, leaving him gritting his teeth in frustration.
Meanwhile, the High Priest watched in horror. He had heard of Pudu Shanni, but had never seen her before; he never imagined she would be so formidable. He only knew that she was a legendary figure from eight hundred years ago, seemingly older than Ice Snow Consort, having already been an unparalleled master upon her emergence into the world. She never engaged in conflicts but would act if she heard of anyone harming loyal subjects or slaughtering innocents; when she acted, there were never any survivors.
He thought these were mere legends but never expected her to be this powerful. His own cultivation had reached three thousand years; he could be considered one of the top figures during the Tribulation Period. Yet Pudu Shanni fought without any discernible pattern, impervious to all methods—was there truly someone like her in this world?
"The Compassionate Voyage Sect," the High Priest recalled, "is that sect that has existed since Ancient Times, with only one successor throughout the generations. The successor must be an unparalleled master of their time, and it is rare for them to take on disciples. It is said that this sect was founded by an immortal who descended to the mortal realm, and the True Qi they cultivate contains the divine power to suppress all Cultivation Methods in the world!" The High Priest, having seen and experienced much over his long life, felt a sense of retreat at this thought.
"Hand over the Dragon Pill!" The Ice Snow Consort commanded as she sensed the High Priest's intention to leave, instantly freezing everything within tens of thousands of feet around her.
The High Priest's movements came to an abrupt halt as a thin layer of ice formed around him. He had not taken another step before being encased in ice. His eyes reflected the movement of the sun and moon, clearly attempting to teleport through the void. At that moment, Thunder God suddenly transformed into a lightning spirit, piercing through the ice layer and attaching himself to the High Priest.
"This is bad!" The Ice Snow Consort immediately controlled the ice layer, causing countless ice blades to pierce through the High Priest's body. The air was filled with their agonized screams.
Seeing this, Pudu Shanni suddenly opened her palm, revealing a crystal-like sphere resting there. Inside the sphere, the figures of the High Priest and Thunder God were reflected!
Pudu Shanni exerted her strength, tightening her grip on the crystal sphere. A screeching sound echoed from within it, while not far away, the High Priest and Thunder God let out even more horrifying cries!
However, this scene lasted only a moment before both figures vanished from Pudu Shanni's crystal sphere. Similarly, they disappeared from sight not far away.
"To escape from my Heavenly Wrath Realm... it seems these two are indeed masters among masters," Pudu Shanni said slowly.
At that moment, the Ice Snow Consort suddenly sensed something and exclaimed, "Consort Yu is injured! We must hurry to assist!"
The two turned and vanished into the Dragon Domain. Just as they left for less than two breaths' time, an old man and a young boy arrived on flying swords. They were none other than the pair who had appeared at Buddha's Palm Mountain not long ago: Sword Elder and Mysterious Boy.
"The old Daoist has arrived too late. Just now there were four experts here whose cultivation levels matched mine. Eight hundred miles away, there is a super expert battling a group of people and gaining the upper hand. Who could this person be?!" Sword Elder frowned slightly, sensing that things were amiss. He turned with the boy and disappeared into the void.
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