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

Wang Xinyao had been paying attention to this side, and the moment she saw the red-robed saint and Yin Yingzi being held back by Yin Zhizi and Yin Ping'an, she moved like lightning and instantly appeared in front of Zhao Guoan!

"clang--!"

Phoenix Sword precisely parried Zhao Yucheng's all-out thrusting sword, sparks flying everywhere!

At the same time, she slightly raised her left hand, and several ancient silver needles gleaming with cold light shot out silently, aiming straight for Zhao Yucheng's vital points such as his brow and throat!

At this moment, Zhao Yucheng was in a state of mental chaos. His strength was already inferior to Wang Xinyao's, and Wang Xinyao attacked in anger, with extreme speed.

He couldn't dodge in time and could only watch helplessly as those few cold glints rapidly enlarged before his eyes!

"Pfft!"

The silver needle pierced his forehead precisely.

Zhao Yucheng's forward momentum suddenly halted, his crazed expression froze, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, his body swayed, and he fell straight backward.

Wang Xinyao breathed a long sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxing slightly.

Has this enemy, who has haunted two lifetimes and caused countless tragedies, finally been... brought to justice?

However, just as Zhao Yucheng fell to the ground, a sudden change occurred!

“Boom!”

A thunderclap suddenly exploded in the sky without warning!

The purple lightning struck Zhao Yucheng squarely on the silver needle between his eyebrows!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, seemingly emanating from the primordial era, suddenly descended!

To everyone's astonishment, Zhao Yucheng, who should have been dead, slowly floated up, and a semi-transparent phantom, crackling with electric sparks, rose from his body!

The phantom's face was still Zhao Yucheng, but his eyes had completely changed, filled with indifference and coldness, as if he were a god looking down on ants.

He slowly turned his neck, his cold gaze finally locking onto Wang Xinyao, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Wang Xinyao? Heh... So it was you. You didn't die, but instead transmigrated to this little world."

The word "time travel?" exploded in Wang Xinyao's mind like two thunderbolts!

Countless long-forgotten memories belonging to Earth flooded into Wang Xinyao's consciousness like a tidal wave.

The hustle and bustle of modern cities, the bottles and jars in laboratories, and the gunfire on the front lines of drug enforcement.

And then there's... her boss, Liu Jianwen, who always wore a gentle smile but secretly colluded with drug lords and ultimately pushed her into the abyss of death!

Wang Xinyao's pupils constricted sharply, and she exclaimed in shock, "You...you're Liu Jianwen?! That scoundrel who colluded with drug lords?! This...how is this possible?!"

"Hehe...hehehe..." The phantom let out a low and eerie laugh: "How is it impossible?"

So they allow those so-called Immortal Venerables and Immortal Emperors to reincarnate,

"So you're allowed to have two souls, reborn with your memories intact? But I, the 'Heavenly Dao,' am not allowed to also have two souls in one body, frolicking in the mortal realm?"

"Heaven... Heavenly Dao? You are actually the Heavenly Dao?!"

Wang Xinyao was so shocked that she could barely hold onto the Phoenix Sword.

The impact of this news was far stronger than facing a massive army!

"That's natural." The illusory figure of the Heavenly Dao spoke calmly, yet with an indifference that held the fate of all living beings in its hands.

"What I, the Heavenly Dao, most enjoy watching is the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, as well as the entanglements of love, hate, and obsession in this mortal world."

I want the rich to live a life of extravagance and debauchery, while the poor have nowhere to stand.

I want to make the people of this earth addicted to illusory entertainment and sink into the abyss of drugs.

Struggling between endless desires and illness, they eventually died one by one from cancer and despair...

You tell me, what an interesting and wonderful sight it is to watch them walk step by step toward their destined end, following the rules I set!

His voice carried a twisted pleasure: "Those Immortal Venerables and Immortal Emperors are overestimating themselves, actually thinking they can rebel against the rules set by Heaven through reincarnation. How utterly laughable!"

"You madman! You devil! You deserve to die!"

Wang Xinyao trembled with rage, her phoenix sword pointing at the illusory figure, the tip of the sword trembling slightly with extreme anger.

She finally understood that there was such a terrible force behind his many sufferings on Earth!

"Heh... Wang Xinyao, I underestimated you." The Heavenly Dao phantom's tone turned cold: "Back on Earth, you actually dared to think that you could eliminate drugs from the world all by yourself?"

The rules I set are not to be broken by ants like you. Therefore, you must die.

I never expected that you would not only survive, but also accidentally end up in this little world.

Even... this fragment of my soul that I sent out to train has perished at your hands. Truly... damned!"

He paused, then added a hint of mockery to his tone: "But so what? You can't go back to Earth."

And I remain the same impartial, selfless, and universally respected high-ranking official on Earth—Liu Jianwen.

Now that my damaged soul has returned and merged with the main soul, what do you say to that?

With my cultivation at the late stage of the Saint Realm, if I returned to that Earth where there were no cultivators, could I... do whatever I wanted, without any hindrance? Haha...hahaha!

"You! I'll kill you!" Boundless rage overwhelmed Wang Xinyao's reason.

With a sharp cry, she swung her phoenix sword, unleashing a dazzling sword aura that slashed towards the illusory figure of the Heavenly Dao!

However, as the sword energy passed by, the phantom only rippled slightly, like a reflection on water being broken by a pebble, before quickly reforming and returning to its original state.

He let out an even more arrogant laugh: "Don't waste your energy! Right now, I am only in a soul state, somewhere between reality and illusion. No matter how sharp your sword is, it cannot sever the rules or destroy my soul!"

Suddenly, his gaze shifted to Yin Ling'er, who was in Zhao Guo'an's arms and whose breath was already in a detached state. A hint of disgust and violence flashed in his cold eyes.

"And you, you wretched woman! You're nothing but a slightly amusing pawn in my games of life, yet you dare to look down on me, the supreme Heavenly Dao?"

You even dared to use your lowly seductive arts on my soul, bewitching my mind and indirectly causing my demise today!

"If I don't let you die, you won't die! Now, just wait for my punishment!"

Just then, Zhao Haoxuan, Zhao Shun, and Zhao Tian had already fought their way down the mountain.

Although Zhao Haoxuan's white clothes were stained with blood and he had many cuts and bruises, his eyes were sharp as an eagle's. He had already noticed the strange situation on Wang Xinyao's side out of the corner of his eye, and he was extremely anxious.

He seized a moment when Zhao Tian was desperately entangled with Zhao Shun, and with a deafening roar from his dragon sword, he transformed into a golden streak of light, piercing straight at the phantom of Zhao Yucheng, the Heavenly Dao!

"Hmm?" The illusory figure of the Heavenly Dao sensed the majestic righteous energy and threat contained within the Dragon Sword. It no longer ignored it as it had when facing Wang Xinyao's sword energy, but instead quickly dodged.

At the same time, his phantom image flickered and appeared in front of Zhao Guoan, who was standing there dumbfounded. He snatched the dying Yin Ling'er from her arms, and then his figure became blurry, about to disappear from the spot!

"Ling'er! My Ling'er!" Yin Yingzi cried out in despair. The force of her palm strike towards Yin Ping'an suddenly went out of control due to her turbulent emotions, becoming even more ruthless and merciless.

Yin Ping'an was already seriously injured, how could he possibly withstand this vicious blow?

He was immediately struck, spitting out blood, and his body was thrown backward several meters like a broken sack before crashing to the ground.

"Mei'er..." he cried out in pain, while using his right hand to protect Xiao Bao's head from harm.

The little baby on his back was also terrified by this sudden turn of events and burst into tears. His pink little face was covered with frightened tears, and he uttered indistinct but heart-wrenching cries: "Mother...Mother...it hurts...waaaah..."

This innocent cry, like a thunderclap, struck deep into the soul of Gou Chunmei, whose consciousness was dominated by Yin Yingzi!

Yin Yingzi (in Gou Chunmei's body) froze in mid-air with her outstretched hand, her delicate body jolting violently as if struck by lightning!

The ruthlessness and madness that belonged to Yin Yingzi on her face froze instantly, turning into extreme pain and struggle, and her features began to distort violently.

She clutched her head with both hands, letting out a bloodcurdling scream that was not human, and then curled up on the ground, writhing in agony!

"Ah—! My head...my head...it hurts so much!!"

"Mei'er! Mei'er, wake up! I'm your mother! Quickly, take back control of your body!"

Ignoring her own injuries, Yin Zhizi rushed forward, calling out in a hoarse voice, her eyes filled with urgency and expectation.

Yin Ping'an struggled to lift his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and shouted with all his might, "Mei'er... wake up... look at the child... your child... Xiao Bao... he can call for his mother... he's calling you!"

"Little Bao...can call for his mother?" The red-robed holy son, who was about to continue killing Yin Ping'an, had his palm strike abruptly halt in mid-air.

He turned his head sharply, staring intently at the small figure crying on Yin Ping'an's back. For the first time, a violent emotion flickered in his scarlet eyes.

His voice trembled slightly as he demanded sharply, "Speak! Whose child is this?! Is it mine?"

Yin Ping'an ignored his questions, staring intently at "Gou Chunmei" struggling in pain on the ground, and continued to call out to her.

"Mei'er...it's me, Ping'an...I've brought our child...back to you...look at him...look at him..."

Wang Xinyao knew that this was the crucial moment to awaken Gou Chunmei's consciousness.

Without hesitation, she raised her jade hand, and several ancient silver needles, carrying a gentle yet firm force, precisely pierced several major acupoints on Yin Yingzi (Gou Chunmei's body), who was rolling on the ground!

"Mei'er—!"

"mother--!"

Accompanied by the heart-wrenching cries of Yin Zhizi, Yin Pingan, and Xiao Bao, and the stimulation of Gu Ze's silver needles.

Yin Yingzi (in Gou Chunmei's body) struggled even more violently, her facial expressions shifting unpredictably, sometimes ferocious, sometimes in pain, sometimes confused...

Seeing that Yin Ping'an completely ignored him, and witnessing Gou Chunmei's reaction, and recalling everything that had happened before, an idea surged into the mind uncontrollably.

His eyes blazed with a bright red light, and his voice, distorted with excitement, sternly questioned him once more.

“This child…is my son, isn’t he?! Tell me!” His tone carried a hint of expectation that even he himself didn’t realize.