Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

Even as the cheers of Zi Dian's victory faded, their echoes seemed to linger in the sky. A thrilling, highly anticipated showdown in the top sixty-four of the Demon Lord group was about to unfold, like a grand drama about to begin. The two opponents were the enigmatic Mo Dao Gu, a ghost in the night, and the host, Shang Jianzhi, a fierce, fiery god of war.

Mo Dao Gu was clad in a black robe that seemed not to be made of ordinary fabric, but rather to have been cut and stitched from the endless darkness, tightly enveloping his form. His figure stood tall and straight, like a pine tree, every inch of his body exuding a tenacity and unyielding spirit, yet also possessing an elusive aura of mystery, as if he came from another, unknown world. His face was largely obscured by shadows, revealing only a pair of eyes as deep as the ocean. Those eyes, like a bottomless abyss, dark and bottomless, shone with a resolute and calm light that seemed to penetrate the world's secrets and the deepest fears and desires of the human heart. In his hand, he held a seemingly ordinary, palm-sized sword. The small sword lay quietly in his palm, unassuming, yet beneath that ordinary exterior, it seemed to conceal boundless might, as if poised to unleash devastating power at any moment.

Shang Jianzhi wore the magnificent sword robe unique to Sword Demon City. Its golden patterns shone dazzlingly in the brilliant sunlight, like the regalia of a god, its every line imbued with sacredness and majesty. His brows were sharp, his eyes were radiant, and he exuded a commanding presence. Every line of his handsome face was imbued with resolve and self-assurance, as if carved from marble. His eyes shone with immense pride and determination, as if nothing in the world could stop him, and that wherever he went, all would submit. The renowned Sword Demon City spirit sword in his hand shone with a dazzling brilliance, its blade gleaming with a cold, icy light that seemed to sever all obstacles in the world. It sent a chill down one's spine, and a single glance at it froze one's soul.

The bell signaling the start of the match rang out with a powerful and solemn crescendo, a sound like the roar of an ancient beast, instantly shattering the brief silence within. Shang Jianzhi launched the attack first, his eyes wide open, a blazing flame of war burning within them, as if to consume everything before him. He roared, "Thousand Sword Shadows!" The sound resonated like thunder, piercing the very air and reaching the heavens. He instantly swung his spirit sword with lightning-fast movements, a breathtaking sight. Countless sword shadows, like surging waves, descended upon Mo Dao Gu like a blanket of blood. The shadows were densely packed, layered, interwoven into a vast sword net. Each sword shadow carried an incomparably sharp sword energy, as sharp as matter itself, slicing through the air with a piercing whistle. The sound was so piercing that it made it impossible to avoid it, as if the entire space were filled with the dense web of sword shadows, leaving no space.

Mo Dao Gu faced this ferocious, seemingly all-destroying attack with unwavering composure, his expression as calm as water, as if everything before him were but a gentle breeze. With a gentle toss, the small sword, once the size of a palm, instantly flew above his head and began to spiral. Then, the sword rapidly expanded with astonishing speed, like a towering pillar, towering over the heavens, emanating a mysterious and powerful aura. Simultaneously, the techniques of the first chapter of the Sanqing Gong, "Original Beginning of the Heavens," began to circulate rapidly within him. Instantly, a mysterious aura, as if emanating from ancient chaos, permeated his entire being. Its vastness seemed to engulf the very soul. Mo Dao Gu seemed to be immersed in the endless chaos of the universe's beginnings. The thick, insoluble chaotic energy around him surged and surged like a galloping horse, a majestic aura. As the technique slowly circulated, the power within him surged like a surging, unstoppable torrent, crushing all obstacles with overwhelming force. He swung the enlarged demonic sword, unleashing the "Original Sky-Splitting Sword," whispering, "Demon Barriers Obscure the Sun!" Instantly, a piercing sword force erupted. The force was so fierce and domineering that it seemed to ruthlessly rip apart space, unleashing an immense destructive force that seemed capable of engulfing the entire world and reducing it to nothingness. The surging black mist, carrying this destructive force, roared like a giant beast, charging towards the sword shadows with boundless fury and fury. Instantly, the sword shadows, as if meeting their nemesis, were devoured, leaving only darkness and silence, as if time had stood still.

Shang Jianzhi's expression shifted slightly upon seeing this. A flicker of surprise crossed his once confident expression, clearly having not anticipated Mo Dao Gu's immense power. But this moment of surprise was fleeting, quickly replaced by resolve. He then attacked again: "Sword Heart Clear!" His voice was filled with determination and courage, like the cry of a warrior ready to face death. The spiritual sword shone brightly, a dazzling sword beam like the breaking light of dawn, hurtling straight towards Mo Dao Gu. The sword light was pure and powerful, carrying an unstoppable momentum, as if it would penetrate all darkness and illuminate every corner of the world. Wherever the sword light passed, the air was distorted and burned, emitting a sizzling sound.

Mo Dao Gu snorted coldly, his voice filled with disdain and contempt. The power of the "Spiritual Treasure Fantasy World" chapter of the "Three Purities" technique instantly flowed through his body. His aura instantly became dreamlike, transporting one to a hazy, ethereal wonderland, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. The surrounding scene began to blur, a vibrant, yet ever-shifting hue. He once again controlled the magic sword circling overhead and unleashed the "Spiritual Treasure Mi Dust Sword": "Demon Soul Guard!" A hazy, ethereal shield instantly formed before him. The shield, like a wisp of mist, shifted in a myriad of ways, elusive. Sometimes it transformed into colorful clouds, sometimes into ripples, sometimes into a solid wall. The dazzling sword light struck the shield, instantly dispersing and distorting, like a stone dropped into a deep pool, stirring up waves before vanishing into thin air. Only circles of light remained, slowly spreading like ripples in the water.

The two exchanged blows, swordsmen unleashing a flurry of sword energy and magical power. Each collision unleashed a massive surge of energy, which spread like ripples, engulfing everything in its path. The air ripped apart, emitting sharp explosions that rose and fell like a ceaseless symphony of thunder.

Shang Jianzhi's attacks grew more and more ferocious, each of his moves imbued with a profound understanding of the sword's way and immense strength. His form was as elusive as a ghost, his speed as lightning, making it difficult to track him. The spirit sword in his hands seemed to come alive, agile and deadly, each swing carrying a killing determination.

Mo Dao Gu responded calmly, defusing Shang Jianzhi's attacks with deft moves. The small sword had circled above him several times, and each time it grew larger, he would flexibly employ the Three Purities Sword Technique based on the situation, sometimes as powerful as a mountain, sometimes as ethereal as a mirage, sometimes as steady as the roots of the earth.

At this moment, the spiritual energy within Shang Jianzhi surged like a torrent, forming visible vortices around him. These vortices spun rapidly, as if absorbing everything around them. He gripped the spiritual sword tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the strain, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly from the extreme effort, even forming tiny cracks. He roared, "Sword Demon Invincible!" His voice was filled with endless anger and determination, as if declaring his unyielding spirit to heaven and earth. A devastating sword energy erupted from the spiritual sword. Like a raging dragon, its fangs bared, claws slashing, and carrying the aura of destruction, it swept towards Mo Dao Gu. Wherever it passed, space distorted, emitting a chilling "crackling" sound, as if space itself could not withstand the overwhelming force and was about to shatter and collapse.

Mo Dao Gu's eyes focused, instantly activating the second chapter of the Three Purities Art, "The Morality Overturns the Universe." His body seemed to merge with the heavens and earth, his every gesture imbued with boundless majesty and compassion. He gripped the magic sword tightly with both hands, unleashing the "Moral Sword of Suppressing the Universe," and cried out, "The Magic Path is Eternal!" The voice was like an ancient oath, firm and unwavering. The magic sword circling overhead instantly grew immense, a divine light gleaming from its blade. The light was warm and gentle, yet imbued with immense power. A surge of righteous energy surged from the sword, meeting the powerful sword energy.

The fierce collision of these two powerful forces caused the entire arena to tremble violently, as if struck by a massive earthquake. Vast cracks appeared in the ground, spreading rapidly like a spider web, extending in all directions. The powerful energy surge created a massive storm that swept across the entire arena, sending whirlwinds of sand and rocks flying and creating a chaotic mess in its path. The audience, stunned by this overwhelming force, held their breath, their eyes wide as they watched this climactic showdown intently, fearing to miss a single moment.