From the moment her heart stopped beating, her life, her memories, and everything she clung to had stagnated in that instant.
Jiang Ke’er picked up the cold Qiao Xiaoxian and tried to warm her body with spiritual power.
Feeling the temperature radiating from Qiao Xiaoxian, Jiang Ke’er suddenly felt… as if she were still alive.
But she was truly dead.
The man in the luxurious robe strolled smugly toward Jiang Ke’er.
“Perfect, just thi—”
“BOOM!!!”
Before he could finish, his head exploded!
Jiang Ke’er lowered her bloodied fist and licked the blood smeared across her face.
“Annoying.”
She raised her hand and summoned the massive, heavy Immortal Gate. Glancing at Luyia and the others rushing over, she said, “This time, don’t stop me.”
“Don’t be impulsive!” Luyia paced anxiously.
“Don’t be impulsive! If something happened to Xiaoxian, we can figure out a way to resurrect her… You’re being used by the Ancient God!”
“Is that so?” Jiang Ke’er gave a wry smile.
“I won’t be used by anyone.”
With that, she grabbed the Immortal Gate and charged into the sky.
The heavy gate smashed through the heavens.
Using the passage power within the gate, Jiang Ke’er stepped onto the clouds in one stride.
“You stinking bug! Get out here!”
With a thunderous crash, she slammed the Immortal Gate onto a stone platform, restoring the two-realm passage. Jiang Ke’er stood coldly beside the gate.
A surging sea of Immortal Army poured in, furious and incredulous as they glared at Jiang Ke’er.
“Yes, I’m back.”
Jiang Ke’er gave a sarcastic smirk.
“I’ve come to collect heads.”
“BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—”
Heads exploding like a gorgeous rain of blood and fireworks.
Jiang Ke’er did nothing else—just blew up heads.
She stepped forward one pace at a time, and with every step, countless antique heads that had existed for millennia burst open.
“It’s a mess, a total mess.” Luyia ran around in panic.
“Which part went wrong? The whole plan has blown up!”
“We didn’t sense any intervention from the Ancient God’s power, so why is this happening?”
“No time to worry about that. If this continues, all our efforts might be wasted.”
Jie Shui’s father hurried over as well, gathering with Luyia and the Ancestor Masters of the Taiming Sect.
“Call for reinforcements. If we wait any longer, it’ll be too late.”
“I’ve already called,” Luyia said, her voice trembling slightly.
“We absolutely cannot let the Ancient God’s power make a comeback. We must always be prepared for the worst.”
“Let’s see if she has any way…”
Unstoppable. Truly unstoppable.
The immortals were dumbfounded.
These beings of Immortal Grade—the second tier on Shenzhou Continent, second only to the Ancient Immortals—now felt as if they themselves were mere chickens and dogs?
How absurd!
Jiang Ke’er’s target this time wasn’t them.
After smashing dozens more antique heads with a wave of her hand, the assembled Jiesians dared not take another step forward. They could only glare at her from afar.
Jiang Ke’er glanced at them disdainfully and ignored them.
She continued walking forward along the wide, pristine Path of Ascension toward the depths of the Immortal Realm.
Wherever she passed, the majestic, gleaming white jade pavilions turned to dust.
In the courtyards, ignorant of the chaos, ethereal music still wafted. Soon those sounds turned into screams, and then crumbled into ash along with the resplendent towers and pavilions.
She walked all the way to the end of the Path of Ascension.
A towering, mountain-like pavilion gleamed with the most extravagant brilliance.
Divine light wrapped around every brick and tile.
Jiang Ke’er looked down at the ground before the hall.
A black, shattered wheel was embedded into the paving stones, reduced to an insignificant decoration trampled by ten thousand immortals.
Jiang Ke’er crouched down and gently dug out the wheel.
“Trouble!”
The immortals’ hearts lurched.
“Don’t touch the Wheel of Reincarnation!”
They cursed loudly, but no one dared step forward to stop her.
“Hurry, summon the Ancestral Masters! Why haven’t they come yet?”
“BOOM—”
A tremendous force descended from above, slamming into Jiang Ke’er and sending her flying several miles.
“They’re here!” The immortals rejoiced, as if a weight had been lifted from their hearts.
It was truly powerful.
Jiang Ke’er estimated the source of that force—its strength could match her own at this moment!
An ethereal, otherworldly figure stood on the Wheel of Reincarnation.
The figure appeared to be about twenty years old, clearly having attained profound Dao power and long since immune to the erosion of time.
Neither side spoke.
Fight it was!
Wherever Jiang Ke’er’s gaze fell, the ground turned into a crimson Blood Pool. Countless withered hands emerged from the pool, desperately grasping at the Ancient Immortal.
The Ancient Immortal flicked his toe, caught the chipped Wheel of Reincarnation, and tucked it into his Qiankun Bag. A trace of disdain flashed across his calm face.
“Pathetic power of evil heretics.”
He pulled out a mirror and aimed it at Jiang Ke’er.
A Mysterious Bird burst out of the mirror, shrieking as it charged at Jiang Ke’er wreathed in flames!
It was the Vermilion Bird itself—the Four Symbols Totem!
Unfazed, Jiang Ke’er unrolled a scroll, and midair she moved her brush like flying. The power of the Ancient God, mixed with all sorts of things she herself couldn’t name, poured into the scroll.
A crimson ink Mysterious Bird rose to meet it.
“You’re using a fake to fight the real thing?” The Ancient Immortal almost laughed. “Interesting.”
The ink Mysterious Bird collided with the real Vermilion Bird and instantly dissolved into smoke.
Just as the Ancient Immortal was about to continue laughing, the dissipating smoke didn’t vanish.
It coalesced again—and this time, it formed right on the real Vermilion Bird’s body!
Like carving a perfectly fitting pattern onto the bird’s frame, the Vermilion Bird lost control, unable to move, and crashed to the ground.
“I’m taking this bird.”
Jiang Ke’er waved her hand. A crimson Blood Pool appeared beneath the Vermilion Bird, and countless arms reached out, grabbing it and dragging it down into the pool.
Jiang Ke’er’s lips curled upward. “I’m taking all of this.”
Suddenly, the ground for hundreds of miles turned into a Blood Pool.
The Ancient Immortal’s eyes nearly burst.
As far as the eye could see, it seemed the entire Immortal Realm was sinking into calamity.
Countless years of history, countless years of accumulated wealth, countless years of hard work— all plunged into that evil pool.
“How dare you!”
Only then did the Ancient Immortal realize just how absurdly strong Jiang Ke’er, who seemed unremarkable, truly was.
He pushed his immortal power to the limit and anxiously hurled a sun-like palm thunderbolt at Jiang Ke’er with full force!
Jiang Ke’er, sensing the threat, dodged frantically.
But the moment he closed in, Jiang Ke’er suddenly thrust both hands into the void!
Enduring the attack, she yanked the Wheel of Reincarnation straight out of the Ancient Immortal’s Qiankun Bag!
Then wings burst from her back. Every feather stood erect, turning into razor-sharp arrows that rained down on the Ancient Immortal!
The Ancient Immortal was pierced through, riddled with holes, on the verge of death. But he sneered—if he died, Jiang Ke’er wouldn’t escape alive either!
Just as his immortal power swelled to its peak, about to explode, Jiang Ke’er flickered.
Time to bail.
“???”
She didn’t even look back—she retreated along the same path and flashed out of the Immortal Gate!
The immortals stared in disbelief—a moment ago, it had been a grand, life-or-death revenge spectacle, and now the tone suddenly changed? She just turned and ran?
No revenge?
What did she even come here for?!
Not only that, but Jiang Ke’er nonchalantly swiped the Immortal Gate as she left!
“???!!!”
The immortals panicked.
“Bastard! Put down the Immortal Gate!”
Jiang Ke’er naturally turned a deaf ear.
She turned her head, gave the immortals in the sky a calm smile, and vanished into the sea of clouds.
With the Immortal Gate.
As the Immortal Gate disappeared, the passage between the mortal and immortal realms sealed shut once more.
And when it would open again was no longer up to them.
Putting away the gate, Jiang Ke’er returned to Qiao Xiaoxian’s body.
She gently brushed Qiao Xiaoxian’s cheek.
Tears dripped onto Qiao Xiaoxian’s pale lips.
“Don’t worry, it won’t be long…”
“That moment is almost here.”
She raised her hand and pulled a black-covered notebook from the void.
She flipped to page seven.
There, clearly written, was:
[Seventh Step: Wait for Her to Die]
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