The Sky-Piercing Cross Sword Light slashed toward The Heavens! It was as if it sought to split all of Shenzhou’s sky into four!
Without waiting for her opponents to strike, Jiang Ke’er charged forward right after the sword light, heading straight for the Divine Palace!
Immortal-grade Magical Artifacts and spells rained down on her like a storm, but she danced and weaved through the attacks, Shuang Ying flashing—she was like a stream of flowing light!
The boundless power within the crystal poured wave after wave into Jiang Ke’er’s body; at this moment, her strength had already surpassed the limits of an Honored One.
Thunderclouds roiled overhead. This unnatural power inevitably drew forth the annihilation of the Heavenly Tribulation Cloud.
Yet as a single sword light swept past, the Heavenly Tribulation Cloud snuffed out as easily as a small flame meeting water.
At last, Jiang Ke’er broke into the Immortal Army!
Sword light danced as severed limbs and broken arms fell to the ground, landing in that Blood Pool which devoured everything.
Countless rays of light and shadow stabbed toward her, but none could catch up with her speed!
She climbed upward over the corpses of Immortals without pausing, and even those hundred or so Immortals, the very peak of Shenzhou’s power, no longer registered in her eyes—she had eyes only for that Heavenly Gate!
Her body was already covered in sword wounds, knife cuts, and burns; the blood of Immortals mingled with her own, but she paid it no heed.
She would break through and kill everything alive inside!
“Die, fiend!” An Immortal’s face twisted with hatred, throwing all his power into a spearhead as he recklessly charged at Jiang Ke’er.
Jiang Ke’er neither dodged nor evaded, granting him a sword strike in return.
The sword light cleaved along the tip of the spearhead, slicing through the Immortal and splitting him in two.
Stepping on his corpse, Jiang Ke’er headed straight for the rift in the sky that led to the Immortal Realm.
The rift was closing, but it could not outpace the furious and unstoppable Jiang Ke’er.
“Silly girl! No, you mustn’t!” Luyia cried out in alarm, rushing to follow after Jiang Ke’er.
The remaining three Ancestor Masters stayed behind to guard the Taiming Sect, while three others joined Luyia in charging up into the Immortal Realm.
Just as Jiang Ke’er stepped into the Immortal Realm, she felt an unbearable pressure weigh down upon her.
Above the clouds, complicated Formation Arts were inscribed everywhere. Jiang Ke’er did not know what kind they were, but they made it impossible for her to take a single step forward.
“These Restrictions were set up to prevent abominations like you from sneaking into the Immortal Realm. The whole Immortal Realm is covered with them,” a Jiesian sneered, swinging his Iron Whip at Jiang Ke’er’s face.
Jiang Ke’er raised her sword to block, but the force knocked her backward. Nevertheless, she spun and charged straight for the Immortal Gate without hesitation.
Above the sea of clouds stood a great gate suspended in the void—that gate was the true boundary between the mortal world and the Immortal Realm.
Every cultivator had to pass through it to be recognized as a Jiesian.
“Recognition? Whose recognition?”
Jiang Ke’er slashed at the gate’s pillar.
Only a faint white mark was left on the pillar.
“No matter what demonic heresy you are, you’ll never cross the Immortal Realm’s gate! You’ll never be recognized by the Immortal Realm!”
“Oh?” Jiang Ke’er drew close in a flash, stabbing her sword into her opponent’s chest.
“I don’t need your recognition, it doesn’t matter.” Facing the swelling ranks of the Immortal Army, so many it was overwhelming, Jiang Ke’er smiled calmly.
“Whoever refuses to recognize me, I’ll kill them.”
All who heard her drew sharp breaths.
What kind of brutal, murderous demon was this!
“If the Tribulation Immortal Hall won’t recognize me, I’ll destroy the Tribulation Immortal Hall. If the Heavenly Dao won’t recognize me, I’ll destroy the Heavenly Dao! Who else won’t recognize me?”
Jiang Ke’er’s aura swelled rapidly. She drew power from the Jade Crystal far beyond her limits, the raging, uncontrollable force pushing her to the brink of madness.
She knew that here, her power was still far too small, just as she had once been before the Immortals.
So she threw caution to the wind, surpassing her limits, knowing she had little chance… perhaps only this one.
If her consciousness perished, so be it. Even if only instinct remained, she knew what she had to do here.
Kill, kill without regard, kill until not a single living thing remained!
“No! You mustn’t!”
By the time Luyia rushed over, Jiang Ke’er’s pupils had already turned the same color as the Jade Crystal.
Nebulous energy swirled around her with an unprecedented ferocity and might—the inborn, all-conquering power of the Primordial God was growing at a terrifying rate, doubling with every heartbeat.
Then, that stubborn sword light which knew no retreat shot straight at the Heavenly Gate.
The sky split open with a massive rift—it had been slashed there by someone.
On sunny days, everyone in the Great Sima Nation looked up and saw that crack—what kind of sword strike was that! Even the sky itself bore a wound that would never heal.
From the rift, one could faintly see Jade Towers and Jade Palaces, but in front of those grand buildings, the towering Heavenly Gate, which had stood for millions of years, now looked utterly ruined, severed in half and reduced to broken rubble.
That Immortal Realm, revered by all cultivators as the ultimate dream, that supreme realm people spent their lives chasing—now, in an instant, it no longer seemed so mysterious and unreachable.
Everyone could look up and see it: the collapsed Heavenly Gate, the Jiesian rushing by inside with faces hidden in shame.
It was so wretched.
Even more wretched was the fact that all this had been caused by the Demon Race.
Most humiliating of all, it had only taken a single Demon Race member.
Some cultivators attempted to fly up to the Immortal Realm, but were blocked by an invisible membrane.
The gulf between mortals and Immortals still existed, the Dao still functioned as usual…
But under the Dao, they were now fully exposed for all the world to see, with nothing left to hide behind.
Mystery had always been the source of fear; when it vanished, the word “Xian,” once taboo even in conversation, became a joke to the Demon Race.
Though the Immortals still possessed power enough to destroy the Demon Race of Shenzhou at any time, they—well, they were no longer afraid.
There was nothing to fear anymore.
If Jiang Ke’er could do it, sooner or later a second Demon Race member could do it, a third… And the power of the Immortal level was not something that could intervene in mortal affairs at will.
The land of Shenzhou grew silent, as though all had ended…
Yet both Demon Race and Human Clan knew that the truly dangerous era had only just begun—from the moment Jiang Ke’er disappeared.
Jiang Ke’er stroked the Golden Bell Pendant at her neck.
From the rice fields outside came the sound of Frogs; a Butterfly flew into the Straw Hut, landing on Jiang Ke’er’s fingertip.
The Blue-Haired Woman pushed the door open; sunlight streamed in through the gap, lighting up her delicate, fair collarbone and her exquisite face.
For an instant, Jiang Ke’er was captivated.
But almost immediately, she looked bewildered and helpless: “Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?”
The Blue-Haired Woman paused, then smiled brilliantly as if a hundred flowers had blossomed, and replied fluently, “You’re my fiancée, Jiang Ke’er. You’re in Fulong Village, getting ready to marry me.”
“???”
Woc, this shameless, brazen, rotten dragon!
Jiang Ke’er forced herself to remain calm, pretending not to understand.
“Um… I think I lost my memory, but I’m pretty sure I’m not your fiancée!”
“That’s right, you lost your memory just as we were about to get engaged,” Qiao Xiaoxian put on a sorrowful look, tears brimming in her eyes.
“We once swore never to part, you promised to travel every river and mountain with me… All our memories together, have you really forgotten? You said you’d be Qiao Xiaoxian’s forever Fluff… my little cutie…”
“……”
Jiang Ke’er’s lips twitched wildly—if she kept pretending to have amnesia, she’d get into real trouble.
She’d hoped to use amnesia to get out of her relationship with Qiao Xiaoxian.
After all, it was normal to wake up with amnesia after a great battle, wasn’t it?
But from the looks of things, the situation seemed to be heading in a terrifying direction!
“It’s fine,” Qiao Xiaoxian hugged Jiang Ke’er sadly.
“As long as you marry me, I’ll help you remember everything bit by bit…”
Looking at Qiao Xiaoxian’s perfectly sorrowful expression, Jiang Ke’er couldn’t shake the feeling…
She was laughing hysterically!
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