The Brilliant Life of a Post-Apocalyptic Female Boss Reborn at 70

It seemed like anger, an emotion as fiery and raging as a raging inferno; it also seemed like fear, an involuntary trembling and retreat as if facing a natural enemy; and it even seemed like awe, a reverence and apprehension stemming from the depths of the soul for an unknown power...

Within this solemn and majestic hall, wisps of terrifying malevolent intent originating from ancient times, like long-dormant beasts, were abruptly awakened by Li Qingyun's abrupt intrusion as a "living being." They roared angrily, seemingly wanting to break free of their restraints, revive, and utterly destroy all living things in the world!

However, Li Qingyun showed no fear in the face of such a horrifying scene. He suddenly let out a cold snort, his voice echoing like thunder in the hall: "Nothing but a bunch of rotten clods of mud!" As his voice fell, he no longer restrained or suppressed the surging ferocity within him.

In an instant, a deafening roar resounded, as if mountains had collapsed and the earth had split open, or a flood had burst its banks. A terrifying, raging torrent, like a violent storm, surged forth from Li Qingyun's body, sweeping across the entire hall with overwhelming force.

A series of crackling sounds filled the air. The rows of neatly arranged, ancient, tricolored clay sculptures in the corner became incredibly fragile under the impact of this terrifying surge. First, cracks appeared on the arms and legs of some sculptures, then their eyeballs shattered, turning into tiny fragments scattered on the ground. The older sculptures, however, simply exploded completely, instantly turning into a cloud of tricolored dust that filled the air. "Whoosh!"

The murderous aura emanating from him surged forth like a raging hurricane, sweeping towards the jade table at the very center of the temple with overwhelming force. With a deafening whoosh, that immense power slammed into the jade table.

The ancient bronze lamp above the jade table, which had been flickering with a faint but steady light, suddenly dimmed and went out under the impact of this storm of malevolence. It was as if it were a candle flickering in the wind and was about to fall out!

Just then, Dapeng Laozhui, who had been lying on the ground, jolted as if struck by lightning. He scrambled to his feet with lightning speed, his eyes filled with terror, and the muscles on his face twitching slightly with extreme fear.

At this moment, the Great Roc was filled with awe and doubt. Gazing at the mysterious figure before him, exuding a chilling aura of menace, he murmured with trembling lips, "Lord..."

Li Qingyun slowly revealed himself, surrounded by a faint black mist that seemed to possess a life of its own, constantly twisting and changing shape. Faint golden runes appeared on his face and skin, radiating an eerie light that made him appear both handsome and refined, yet also possessing an indescribable, unsettling aura—a contradictory and bizarre sight.

However, Li Qingyun ignored Dapeng Laozhui beside him, not even glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. He strode forward towards the Youjiang Palace Ghost Temple.

As Li Qingyun approached the eerie temple, the chilling and malevolent aura emanating from within surged towards him like a tide. Surprisingly, when this chilling and malevolent aura touched Li Qingyun's body, it seemed to have met its nemesis, instantly transforming into a gentle and soft spring breeze, no longer able to have any effect on him.

Faced with this situation, Li Qingyun couldn't help but stop and stare at the mysterious three-colored ancient temple in front of him, thinking to himself, "Could this three-colored ancient temple be the perfect vessel for me to contain the murderous intent around me?" Thinking of this, a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes.

It should be noted that he has now entered the Death Gate Realm, and his strength far exceeds his own expectations. This strength is not only reflected in his cultivation and supernatural abilities, which can easily crush experts in the Yang God Realm, but also in the fact that, to mortals, he is like a true god descending to earth, possessing unparalleled power and might.

A mere breath, a single glance, is enough to destroy a mortal.

If this malevolent intent is not contained and allowed to spread unchecked, it will be a tremendous calamity for humanity. Those at the Gate of Death are like "gods of the underworld" walking among mortals!

The child's body exudes a terrifying aura of death, and if a person were to come into contact with it, they would likely be so frightened that their soul would fly out of their body and be completely annihilated.

In short, life and death, living and dying, two different auras intertwined and blended together, he was no longer like an ordinary person.

"Collect!"

Li Qingyun channeled his magic power, and the dense black jade inscriptions all over his body flickered a few times unwillingly before slowly disappearing beneath the surface of his skin, leaving only faint lines on the outside.

However, the murderous intent was extremely difficult to contain.

He was only standing in the main hall of the temple, trying his best to restrain and suppress his murderous intent, when he already felt that the carefully arranged layers of formations in the entire hall were about to collapse.

"Qingyun, has he already broken through to the next realm? This ferocity has suddenly increased tenfold, and even I, a second-tier Fire Fate Master, can no longer suppress it..."

Outside the hall, Miaoxuan was both surprised and delighted, and entered by telepathy.

She could clearly sense that the terrifying aura in the hall had surged dramatically just now, and she guessed that Li Qingyun had broken through again! My God!

Yu Rishan;

hum!

The death warrant received an immediate response.

"Li Qingyun, from Qinghe County, Yintian Domain, You Kingdom, age thirteen... *sizzle*..."

He stopped again at the age of "thirteen".

Li Qingyun held the book page still, letting the fragmented images in front of him switch back and forth rapidly.

Finally, he accurately pinpointed the origin of his name and identity from the book of death.

"Cross it out!"

With a light stroke of the finger across the page, the sizzling sound of the book abruptly ceased.

Li Qingyun instantly felt a divine sense of transcending death.

He couldn't help but raise his head and laugh.

"A single finger cleaves the path between life and death, leaving the eternal underworld unburied..."

Suddenly, Minggui's vision blurred, and the great lord in the river took only one step before his figure disappeared into the dark depths of the underworld.

"This humble Taoist priest actually possesses a supernatural power similar to shrinking the earth to an inch in the Netherworld..."

Li Qingyun's body shimmered with black jade light. With just a few steps, the space shifted, and he arrived in front of the huge black book of death.

Today, the Gate of Death will surely be breached!

As soon as he stood in front of the Book of Death, the countless black, butterfly-like ashes all avoided him in fear, not daring to stick to him.

He raised his hand, as if to press down on the black pages of the book that were turning on their own.

The book of death suddenly stopped turning its pages, becoming quiet and submissive!

If any other Yang God cultivators were to witness this scene, they would be utterly astonished!

Why...?

Li Qingyun smiled slightly, placed his palm on the cold pages of the book, and gently turned the page.

Fragments of images flashed before his eyes as the days rapidly changed.