The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

The Dark Land is a forgotten corner of the South China Sea islands.

The trees here are black, and there's even a huge cave.

In the center of the cave is a dark pool that inspires fear.

Black bubbles were constantly churning in the water of the pool.

At this moment, Zhao Shun, the founding emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, stood by the Black Pool, his body swaying slightly. The continuous consumption of spiritual energy over the past few days had left him exhausted.

He pushed his palms out, his spiritual power surging into the black pool to suppress a black bubble in the center of the pool that was becoming increasingly violent.

Not far behind Zhao Shun, Zhao Guoan leaned limply against a stone wall.

His face was ashen, blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, his yellow robe was tattered, and he was barely breathing.

He felt that even standing up had become difficult, and he could only watch helplessly as his father fought against several powerful enemies alone.

His eyes were filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Yin Yingzi's icy voice broke the deathly silence in the cave, which was broken only by the sound of bubbles bursting.

"Zhao Shun, now you are fighting against several of us all by yourself, and you have exhausted most of your spiritual power. You also have to focus on suppressing this seal. Do you think you still have a chance of winning?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips: "Surrender. If you are willing to bow your head, I might spare your life out of consideration for our past relationship."

"Don't even think about it!" Zhao Shun angrily refused, his voice carrying the majesty of an emperor and an inviolability.

After saying that, he ignored Yin Yingzi's verbal attack and focused all his attention on the surging black liquid in the suppression pool.

However, the bubbles in the black pool seemed to resonate with the same black energy emanating from the red-robed saint, causing them to churn even more violently.

Seeing that Zhao Shun completely ignored her, Yin Yingzi's face twisted instantly, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes: "You're asking for death!"

Before she finished speaking, she moved swiftly, unleashing a foul-smelling, bone-chilling gust of cold wind. Her sharp palm strike aimed directly at Zhao Shun's vital point in the back of his heart.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Zhao Shun didn't even turn around. His free left hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers slightly bent, and he forcefully took the vicious palm strike.

"Bang!" The force of their energies collided, producing a muffled sound.

Yin Yingzi swayed slightly, and Zhao Shun's shoulder also trembled. His feet seemed rooted to the spot and he did not move an inch, but the light in his right hand that suppressed the Black Pool dimmed slightly.

"Ling'er, Zhao Yucheng, what are you waiting for? Attack together!" Yin Yingzi shouted sharply, her voice full of impatience and urging.

Zhao Yucheng's body trembled involuntarily as his gaze met Zhao Shun's icy stare.

The disappointment and authority in that gaze stung him as if he had been pricked by needles, causing him to involuntarily take several steps back, his face drained of color.

"Father...Father Emperor!" His voice trembled, filled with barely concealed fear.

Zhao Shun's gaze was like a knife, coldly sweeping across his face: "I am not your father! I do not have a son as wicked as you to the core!"

The Xia Kingdom has raised you for over forty years, yet you dare to collude with foreign enemies and betray your country for personal gain? Truly, you harbor the ambitions of a wolf, just like your mother!

His words were like hammer blows to Zhao Yucheng's heart.

Zhao Yucheng was so badly scolded that he couldn't lift his head, his eyes filled with panic.

"Useless trash!" Yin Yingzi scolded angrily, "What are you afraid of? He's not your biological father at all! Now that things have come to this, do you still dare to think about turning back? Attack!"

Provoked by Yin Yingzi, Zhao Yucheng realized he had no way out, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and mustered all his strength to attack Zhao Shun from the other side, cooperating with Yin Yingzi.

Yin Ling'er looked at Zhao Guo'an, who was glaring at her from beside the stone wall, her heart filled with pain and struggle.

If we help my mother and save that so-called maternal grandfather, will they spare His Majesty?

But what if she doesn't comply? Putting aside whether His Majesty will forgive her, her mother probably won't let her off the hook either.

"Ling'er, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up!"

Under Yin Yingzi's stern gaze, Yin Ling'er finally let out a delicate shout, and a short blade slid out from her sleeve, attacking Zhao Shun from the side.

Zhao Shun's palm strikes remained powerful, but the rhythm had become disordered.

In order to deflect Zhao Yucheng's vicious sword strike, he left his ribs wide open.

Yin Ling'er's short blade slashed across the area, and although Zhao Shun tried his best to dodge, his waist was still grazed by the sword's edge.

The excruciating pain caused him to groan, and the golden light emanating from his right hand, which was suppressing the Black Pool, flickered violently for a moment before almost going out.

He could feel that the spiritual energy in his dantian was almost exhausted, and each activation was accompanied by a tearing pain in his meridians.

His steps were no longer as steady as before, and his breathing became heavier.

"Father, watch out on the left!" Zhao Guoan cried out in alarm.

Zhao Shun slightly shifted his body to avoid the gust of yin wind that Yin Yingzi had unleashed.

"Father, to the right!" Zhao Guoan's voice rang out again, filled with extreme anxiety.

Zhao Shun parried with his palm, deflecting Zhao Yucheng's all-out sword strike, and then swung it away.

The battle continued amidst the intense clashes of spiritual energy and dark mist.

It is unknown how much time has passed, but Zhao Shun's originally vast and powerful spiritual energy is now like a candle flickering in the wind, swaying uncertainly.

With a soft "swoosh," Yin Yingzi found an opening and her short blade sliced ​​across Zhao Shun's waist, drawing a sliver of blood.

Zhao Shun groaned, forcing down the mouthful of metallic taste that rose to his throat, but blood still uncontrollably trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He staggered, but quickly regained his balance. The golden light on his right hand, which was suppressing the Black Pool, had dimmed, but it never went out, just like his indomitable will.

Seeing that her side had gained the upper hand, Yin Yingzi's face flushed with a sickly redness, and she looked smug with the joy of victory in her grasp.

Her voice suddenly became shrill, carrying a trace of old hatred that she had forcibly suppressed.

"Zhao Shun! Even now, are you still going to protect that bastard's child? Tell me! If you do, I'll let you go, and I'll let go of the son you had with Luo Lan!"

Her words were filled with malicious glee, and she eagerly awaited to see Zhao Shun make the difficult choice between protecting which child.

"My patience is limited! Otherwise, I would have taken Zhao Guoan's life today!"

"Mother! You can't do this! You promised me you wouldn't hurt His Majesty!" Yin Ling'er cried out to Yin Yingzi in alarm.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yucheng was secretly delighted.

Now, he is consumed by jealousy and wishes Zhao Guoan would die immediately.

Perhaps only in this way will Ling'er's gaze be taken away from him, and perhaps Zhao Yucheng will have a sliver of a chance.

Yin Yingzi looked displeased and scolded, "Ling'er! Listen to me! What kind of man isn't there in this world?"

Why ruin our glorious future of reviving Japan for a man who no longer loves you?

"As long as your maternal grandfather comes out, if you take a fancy to any man in the world, your mother will abduct him for you!"

"No! Mother! I only want His Majesty! I only want Brother An!" Yin Ling'er cried, stubbornly refusing.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guoan, who was standing beside the stone wall, showed an expression of extreme disgust on her pale face.

He took a deep breath and said sternly, "Yin Ling'er! You poisonous woman! Stop pretending! Even if I die, I will never have anything to do with you again!"

"Your Majesty! You..." Yin Ling'er was struck dumb, her heart aching beyond measure, and she could no longer utter a word.

Seeing her daughter so stubborn, Yin Yingzi's face grew even more gloomy.

"Ling'er! Stop being so stubborn! Men are all faithless and fickle; only power is eternal!"

Having said that, she ignored Yin Ling'er's pleas, her eyes filled with murderous intent. She raised her hand and condensed a thick cloud of black energy, about to strike the powerless Zhao Guo'an with a palm!

"How dare you!" Zhao Shun roared, his hair and beard bristling, the sound echoing through the cave.

He forcibly separated a stream of pure spiritual energy, and with a swift motion of his right hand, a solid golden light shield instantly formed, firmly protecting Zhao Guoan within it.

"Pfft!" Because he forced himself to circulate his internal energy, he lost his breath and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen.

Yin Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that Zhao Guo'an was temporarily safe.

Yin Yingzi's face turned ashen.

"Zhao Shun! How long do you think this weakened protective shield can protect him?"

"Once my father breaks free of the seal, you will all die! Tell me! Where is Lady Yu's child?"

She attacked frantically while screaming hysterically.

However, the only response she received was Zhao Shun's even more ferocious palm strike, which carried the meaning of fighting to the death.