Her regret was boundless, she wished she could rip out her own intestines in remorse. If she could live her life over again, what revenge for a slain husband? What Daoist from Qingyun Temple? She wouldn’t care about any of it! She would stay far, far away from Wei City, and even farther from that woman!0

The young scholar and the burly, bearded man were both Grand Stewards of the Bare Body Sect, their ranks second only to the Four Heavenly Kings themselves.0

Yet even they, faced with a woman who could shatter a spiritual artifact with one hand and seize a manifested primordial spirit with ease, were utterly terrified!0

They had seen the Sect Mistress take action before, but even she could not match this kind of dreadful, godlike power. Only a cultivator of the third realm, one who had formed a Yang Spirit, could possibly exude such overwhelming might.0

The young scholar collapsed to his knees, his bones on the verge of shattering, blood streaming from his...0