Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

Yan Jingyu's death startled the seven palace masters. In that moment of surprise, the Heavenly Demon Emperor and Ye Lao Er had already arrived above them and swiftly annihilated them.

If it weren't for the imperial artifacts, these palace masters wouldn't need them to lift a finger.

The void returned to calm, and Ye Wuxi cupped his hands to the three emperors, saying, "Thank you for your help, seniors."

"I wasn't of much help. If it weren't for your crucial blow, I wouldn't have been able to do anything to her," the Heavenly Demon Emperor waved his hand and said.

"Xin'er and Xiaoyu mentioned it before, and we've finally met today," Emperor You said to Ye Wuxi with a smile.

"Are they alright? And how are Qingzhu and Qianfeng?" Ye Wuxi finally had time to ask about her old friends. She had returned in such a hurry that she could finally catch her breath.

"Everything is fine, except for the lack of talent. You ran off to the forbidden area, and my brat and the girl from the Liu royal family went off to look for something, only to be scolded and sent back. Now they are focused on their pursuit of the throne." The Heavenly Demon Emperor rolled his eyes.

"It's also my fault for not informing them in time." Hearing this, Chu Jiangli shook his head helplessly. Xi'er's friends were quite good. They risked their lives to go to Jiulong Mountain and ventured into the forbidden zone. Their friendship was truly touching.

"It's all in the past. It's rare for my family to truly commit to a friend. A little encouragement is a good thing," Liu Huang said with a light laugh.

"Then let them go into seclusion in peace." Ye Wuxi said softly. After their hasty farewell at Nine Dragon Mountain, some feelings of gratitude and affection should be kept in their hearts.

"Now that you're all emperors, distance is no obstacle. Please feel free to come and visit anytime you have time," Emperor Liu said with a smile before leaving.

After the three emperors left, Ye Wuxi and the other three hesitated, unsure whether they should go to the Holy Sect to take a look. Things had changed, and they wondered where they would stay after the wine shop.

"Let's go take a look," Chu Jiang said after a long silence.

Ordinary disciples of the Holy Sect were unaware that the Holy Lord and the Palace Masters had all died, but the direct disciples of each Palace knew the truth, having heard it from their respective masters.

The nine people from the wine shop walked slowly through the sect. Along the way, many elders and disciples watched them with complicated and flustered expressions.

The nine ignored it and walked straight across the square, stopping at a familiar spot, but the fairy mountain from before was no longer there.

The area where the tavern was located was desolate.

“It must have been Master who shattered it,” Du’e said silently.

"The palace and the winery that Master built for us, how can we allow others to touch them? The answer is already clear." Chu Jiangli took a breath.

"The Holy Sect should disband." Ye Wuxi sighed softly. The wine shop was no longer needed, and since the Holy Sect's emperors were dead, there was no need for them to stay.

"The world is so vast, where is our true home?" Ying Zheng glanced across the desolate land, his mind conjuring up what this place should have looked like, his voice tinged with sadness.

“If the Heavenly Gate opens, we will naturally go to a larger world. Wherever our Master is, that is our home,” Gu Baiyi said, her nose tingling with emotion.

Those who cultivate themselves wander far and wide, and they don't value family ties or 'home' much. But there is always a place that is different, a place where they can feel at ease even if they don't return often or stay often.

"If I don't become emperor, how can I go?" Ying Zheng suddenly looked up at the sky, his ultimate profound meaning was undergoing a transformation, and outside the Holy Sect, tribulation clouds gathered and thunder roared.

Master often said that one must not lose one's pride in cultivation; with unyielding spirit and resilience in the face of adversity, there will always be a path ahead.

"Through joys and sorrows, we will always meet again in the clouds." Feng Huanhuan, who had been silent all along, suddenly looked up at the sky, and the ultimate mystery was undergoing a transformation.

Returning from the mortal world, we meet again at the tavern, but one person is missing. How can the Unbreakable Emperor possibly see him?

Outside the Holy Sect, another calamity cloud was gathering. The two returned to their old haunts, their minds transformed, and they became emperors almost simultaneously.

Gu Fei, Nan Nian, and Duan Mo exchanged a glance, a sense of urgency rising within them.

Chu Jiangli and Ye Wuxi each took Ying Zheng and Feng Huanhuan and went outside to find a place to undergo their tribulations.

As for the Holy Ancestor, there was nowhere else for him to linger.

The three-day period passed in the blink of an eye. Gu Fei and the other two stayed in the Star Tower to cultivate in seclusion, while the Six Emperors of the Wine House went to the extreme of the continent.

At the very edge of the sky is a portal shaped like the sun, behind which lies the celestial path.

Such a small gateway has trapped the mainland for three thousand years.

When Ye Wuxi arrived, many of the emperors of various large and small forces from the five states were present around the Heavenly Gate, their eyes also filled with anticipation.

Soon, Murong Qingge arrived, dressed in a moon-white long dress, her face still veiled, accompanied by the five emperors of the Primordial Holy Palace.

"The saintess truly keeps her promise."

Seeing that the emperors of the Holy Palace had indeed come, Ye Wuxi's eyes flashed with surprise. With a flick of his sword, the sword light of death slashed towards one of the emperors.

The five people from the tavern beside her and Ye Lao Er attacked simultaneously, heading towards the other emperors of the Primordial Holy Palace.

"Immortal Spirit Curse Kill!" Murong Qingge took a step forward and uttered softly, as her Immortal Spirit Domain expanded, enveloping the several emperors.

"Holy Maiden, you..." The emperors of the Holy Palace looked at Murong Qingge in disbelief as her body was reduced to dust by the attacks of the emperors of the Wine House.

Instead of helping them, Murong Qingge turned around and went to kill the emperors of other minor forces.

"Xi'er, what kind of tactics is she using?" Gu Baiyi asked Ye Wuxi with a puzzled look.

Murong Qingge and Xi'er were from the same generation, so she was generally familiar with her.

The Five States Little Emperors had considerable influence, but none of their close associates came, and most of those present were strangers to them. Who knew what had gotten into Murong Qingge?

"Perhaps they intend to use the emperor's blood to sacrifice to the Heavenly Gate?" Ye Wuxi asked hesitantly.

“That’s right, too many emperors have taken up too much of the fortune. Why don’t we kill all the emperors here together?” Murong Qingge said seriously as she casually killed a few minor emperors.

"Madman, let's go!" The emperors' faces darkened, and they all retreated. The tavern had killed quite a few people; who knew if they would all go mad together?

"Killing you might be enough."

"Today, the focus is on fighting, not killing. We need to see if there's a turning point for Tianmen during the battle. What do you all think?" Murong Qingge said calmly.

"Your outcome will not change." Ye Wuxi put away Fuyao first, and Chu Jiangli and the others retreated together, leaving the battlefield to the two of them.

"Is that so?" Three illusory figures of saintly immortals appeared behind Murong Qingge, and the energy of heaven and earth frantically gathered into a celestial spirit diagram that pressed down on Ye Wuxi.

"We've already decided the victor." The laws of death converged, and the word "annihilation" shattered the Immortal Spirit Diagram. Ye Wuxi unleashed his lightning and fire sword energy and charged forward.

So far, no one who has been defeated by her has been able to defeat her in return.

Murong Qingge uttered a divine incantation, and boundless celestial light swept out, annihilating the sword energy. The phantom of the holy immortal summoned three giant celestial hands to grab her.

Three deadly lightning swords pierced through the Immortal Spirit's hand, and layers of sword energy surged around Ye Wuxi, engulfing Murong Qingge.

"Senior Meow, this feeling is useless?" Ying Zheng looked at the Heavenly Gate, which hadn't even stirred a ripple, and then looked at Ye Lao Er with a puzzled expression.

"This cat is just making a guess based on the way you guys can break through the Heavenly Gate. It's very vague and unfounded." Ye Lao Er shrugged. If the Heavenly Gate doesn't open, we're all doomed. We might as well try anything.

If killing people were effective, then there would be no need to go through all this trouble.