Waves of divine light cascaded from the violet-robed woman, infecting the world with her goddess aura. She was peerlessly beautiful, like a fairy from a painting, as though she did not belong to this world at all.0

Immortal spiritual qi drifted around her, mingling with faint wisps of black qi that exuded Devil Dao’s aura. That aura alone shook the entire battlefield.0

An ancient zither rested upon her knees. Its craftsmanship was exquisite, with various profound carvings on it. Its seven strings quivered, emitting a divine sound like a devil’s growl that nearly tore the soul from listeners’ bodies.2

“Zi Yan!”1

Meng Qi and the others cried out first. But as they sensed her aura more closely, they weren’t so sure...0