Chaos Spirit Field

Ma Huarun's face was filled with anger, his eyes were wide open, and he roared angrily: "Humph! You are so arrogant! If you want to destroy the Zhengyi Sect, you have to step over my old corpse first!" As he spoke, he straightened his body and put on an attitude of refusing to surrender even in death.

Zhao Linger, standing opposite, had a look of disdain and contempt on her face. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she sneered, "Since you're so determined to die, I'll grant your wish. Die!"

Just as she finished speaking, a shocking scene happened - an extremely huge palm that covered the sky and the sun appeared out of thin air, and slapped Ma Huarun fiercely with unparalleled pressure and terrifying aura.

Faced with this sudden change, Ma Huarun was instantly terrified, his face pale as ashes, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, and he screamed in shock: "Oh my God! You are actually a powerful being in the Heavenly God Realm? This... How is this possible? Seventh Princess, please spare me! I have been blind and have offended you. Please spare me and I will leave this place immediately."

However, how could Zhao Linger let him go so easily at this moment? Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing in them, and she responded coldly, "Thinking of begging for mercy only when the time comes? It's too late! All of you, go to hell!"

In a flash, that massive hand slammed down with lightning speed. With a deafening roar and a dazzling flash of light, the entire Zhengyi Sect's location was instantly razed to the ground. Smoke and dust billowed, and screams echoed incessantly. Countless lives were lost.

After that day, the Zhengyi Sect, once the foremost sect in Dongzhou, was completely ousted from the world of immortal cultivation. The surviving Zhengyi disciples reunited and re-formed a new sect, naming it the "White Clothes Sect." It's said the name was chosen in gratitude for the beautiful and powerful woman in white, resembling a fairy from heaven. Zhao Linger didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately; she only killed the bad guys.

Is Zhao Shanhe dead? Of course not. If a group of low-level cultivators had killed him, that would have been truly outrageous. After faking his own death, he left the world of immortal cultivation and went to the divine realm, seeking resources to improve his cultivation.

In the Empress Nuwa Palace, Zhao Linger glared at the Goddess Nuwa and said, "Mother, whose idea was it that led to Li Xiaoyao's death?"

Nuwa frowned and said, "Daughter, Li Xiaoyao's death was an accident. A trace of his soul still resides in the Yunluo Sword. Perhaps there is still a chance for him to be resurrected."

Zhao Linger's previously dull eyes suddenly gleamed with hope, as dazzling as a meteor streaking across the night sky. She looked earnestly at Nuwa, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke, "Mother, please have mercy and bring Li Xiaoyao back to life. I cannot live without him."

Nuwa, standing nearby, gently shook her head, a helpless expression on her face. She slowly spoke, "My dear daughter, Li Xiaoyao has a body that is leaking from the sky, and now only a trace of his soul remains. There is nothing I can do..."

As Nuwa finished speaking, the spark of hope that had just ignited in Zhao Linger's eyes instantly died like a candle in the wind. She felt as if she had lost all her strength and support, her body limp to the ground, her once charming face now utterly dejected.

However, at this moment, Nuwa Niangniang continued, "My daughter, although I cannot revive Li Xiaoyao, you may be able to do so. As long as you can successfully break through to the Divine Lord realm, you may be able to do so."

Hearing this, Zhao Linger's lifeless eyes flickered with suspicion. She raised her head, staring directly at Nuwa, and asked, puzzled, "Mother, your strength far surpasses mine. Logically, you should have a better chance than I do. Why are you relying on your daughter to accomplish such a difficult task?"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's face suddenly showed a look of helplessness. After a long sigh, she explained, "Alas... my daughter, you don't know. This land of mountains and rivers we are in has been sealed off by the Lord of Creation, cutting off any chance of breaking through to the Divine Lord level. In the future, there will be a golden opportunity to compete for the Lord of Creation, and only you are qualified."

After hearing what Nuwa said, Zhao Linger's doubts deepened instead of dispelling. Frowning, she pressed on, "Mother, what you just said is a bit contradictory, isn't it? Since the Lord of Creation has already sealed off the Mountain and River Realm, then what about the so-called qualifications? Why am I the only one?"

Nuwa explained, "My daughter, I was originally the God of Nature, one of the Four Great Gods of the God Realm. I entered the Yuanchu Secret Realm in search of an opportunity to break through to become the God Lord. Also entering at the same time were the God Lord Luo Yunhou, the God Lord of the Source of Death; the God Lord Kong Kong, the God Lord of the Source of Space; the God Lord Hong Jinyun, the God Lord of the Source of Time; and Panzu, the First Person in the God Realm. We encountered the Temple of Creation in the Yuanchu Secret Realm, thinking it was an opportunity, but it turned out to be a trap. The God Lord of Creation wanted to be resurrected with the power of us four God Lords. Due to Panzu's actions, by chance, we perished together with him. Our remaining will, along with the Source of Creation, transformed into a chaotic world. Countless years later, our will was born in this chaotic world."

Zhao Linger asked doubtfully, "Mother, what is your current strength?"

Nuwa nodded slightly and spoke slowly, "Ever since Feng Shiya arrived here, my divine power has gradually revived, and I've now returned to the realm of a divine master. This dispute in Heaven is actually intended to change Tan Tai Ming Yue's mind. As for the restrictions in the Moon Palace, they were set by the Divine Master, the Source of Space. She is considered your fourth sister, Zhao Yunduo."

Zhao Linger was increasingly bewildered upon hearing this. Her eyes widened, and she demanded in astonishment, "Mother, how could Fourth Sister be the Origin of Space? We're all family, so what's her purpose? I'm completely confused!"

Nuwa frowned slightly, lost in thought for a moment. Then, gathering her thoughts, she explained, "Zhao Yunhua is the reincarnation of the will of the Lord of Creation. If he wishes to become the true Lord of Creation, he must devour the power of the four great Divine Lords, including the Origin of Space. However, when the Origin of Space learned of this, he returned to stop Zhao Yunhua's plot. Tantai Mingyue disagreed."

Zhao Linger looked suspicious and continued to ask, "Mother, why does Tan Tai Ming Yue disagree?"

Nuwa sighed softly and uttered four words slowly: "Mother and child are connected by heart..."