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

In the western part of the Wild Demon Realm, there is a wondrous place called Thunder Fiend Mountain, which stretches for tens of thousands of miles. It is a sacred place for low-level Thunder Cultivators to cultivate, but a deadly forbidden zone for high-level cultivators.

It has always been said that even holy kings should not enter, and high-ranking semi-saints should not inquire.

People used to speculate that perhaps a supreme holy king passed away here, which is why this special place was formed, to benefit future generations but not to be offended or disturbed by half-saints or saints.

Recently, however, some people have faintly heard the roar of a tiger in it, which seems to be very similar to the sacred beast, the White Tiger.

After the news spread, more and more people came to Lei Sha Mountain to investigate, but no one could get close to the source of the tiger's roar.

Ye Wuxi slightly changed her appearance, standing in front of the entrance to Thunder Fiend Mountain in a blue dress, with five peak Heavenly Emperors guarding her side.

Looking into the distance, five towering peaks pierce the clouds, seemingly reaching into the heavens. There, terrifying golden lightning rolls, even more chilling than the raging purple lightning inside and outside.

"I hope it really is the White Tiger..." Ye Wuxi murmured, then disappeared into it.

For ordinary people, entering this vast Thunder Mountain would be a disaster, but it is an excellent place for Thunder Cultivators to train. Whether above the clouds or in the countless mountains, it is never short of people.

The outermost lightning strikes were within the range that True Emperor Lightning Cultivator could withstand. Ye Wuxi then switched to cultivating the Heavenly Punishment Lightning Prison Scripture, constantly swallowing and refining the lightning along the way, making it as easy as walking on flat ground. Fuyao also followed her to undergo lightning tempering.

As they approached the central area, Ye Wuxi rushed into the sea of ​​lightning in the clouds, with only Elder Mo, who was also a lightning cultivator, by her side. She had temporarily put away the other protectors.

"Miss, there's a powerful aura blocking the boundary between the Thunder Sea and the Thunder Sea," Elder Mo suddenly warned.

Surrounded by the purple ocean, one can clearly see the difference in the ring ahead, which corresponds to the golden sea of ​​lightning in the central area.

A group of figures in magnificent robes stood at a border, surrounding the golden sea of ​​lightning.

"It's the Demon Saint's Palace." Ye Wuxi carefully circled the Purple Lightning Sea and spotted a familiar figure in the distance.

It was the sixth-tribulation half-saint who had escaped death in the aerial castle, along with some young disciples at the peak of the lightning-type Heavenly Emperor realm, and several people from the Emperor Ranking she had seen in the half-saint battlefield.

Ye Wuxi frowned slightly, hiding in the purple lightning, his Boundless Eyes traversing through the void and plunging into the golden sea.

The five surrounding peaks did not rise straight to the sky, but instead tilted and gathered in the golden sea of ​​lightning, forming a tiny, impenetrable lightning pattern.

“These five mountains are a single, integrated whole, making it impossible to enter from the gaps in the lower mountains. The only way is to break through this lightning diagram and enter from above,” said the Desolate Demon Half-Saint, his hands behind his back.

Since they guessed it was a sacred beast, they had been studying this mountain for quite some time. However, the rumors were true; even attacks from high-level semi-saints or saints in the palace could not penetrate this place. Instead, they would arouse thunderous wrath, as if it were divine punishment.

Even with the combined efforts of low- and mid-level semi-saints within the palace, they couldn't budge the Five Mountains in the slightest. Only at the point where the Five Mountains converged, this final breakthrough point, remained unbreakable by any force.

"Holy Master, didn't the Divine Transformation Feather return? Why can't it be split open?" The leading young man frowned.

"If we could split it open, why would we wait until now?" The Desolate Demon Half-Saint shook his head and said, "After repeated research in the palace, we still need to rely on the combined efforts of the lightning cultivators to break through this lightning diagram. Perhaps it is an ancient seal."

"Several methods have been devised within the palace. Zheng, try them one by one. The Heavenly Emperor's counterattack is not fatal. I will protect you."

“Alright.” The leading man responded, and lightning surged around the disciples of the Wild Demon Sect as they attempted to break through the lightning diagram.

"It seems somewhat similar." The Desolate Demon Half-Saint pressed down, his aura radiating outwards, and Ye Wuxi dared not investigate further.

Submerging her body in the sea of ​​purple lightning, she silently recalled the shape of the lightning diagram and the power on it, which was vaguely similar to the lightning scripture she cultivated.

“Miss, with a half-saint here, why don’t we go back to the palace for help?” Old Mo asked cautiously.

"No need, just wait," Ye Wuxi said calmly.

Asking for help at this critical juncture only made things worse; she prefers to keep a low profile and make a fortune quietly.

There are only two possible outcomes if they manage to break through and she catches up unexpectedly; or they simply can't break through no matter what. She can't stay stuck here forever, and that would be her chance.

As the disciples of the Wild Demon Sect made their attempts time and again, the thunder continued to rumble, unleashing terrifying lightning power that radiated wildly in all directions.

Even Ye Wuxi's location was affected. A wisp of golden lightning arc rippled from her fingertips as she pondered something.

As time passed, Elder Mo quietly observed the movements of the desolate demons, while Ye Wuxi calmly cultivated in the sea of ​​lightning. The Thunder Scripture also contained many supernatural powers, which he could comprehend more quickly here.

"Miss, they've broken through, and everyone's gone down."

"The Demon Saint Dao Palace is quite capable." Ye Wuxi suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise on her face. She had originally prepared to rely on the divine tree to penetrate inside.

“However, we could easily be discovered if we follow,” Old Mo said hesitantly.

It's alright when you're in the clouds and thunder, as you can avoid some of the energy, but you seem to be more conspicuous when you go down into the mountains.

"That's not necessarily true. I think the mountains might actually isolate our auras," Ye Wuxi suddenly smiled.

The two, enveloped in lightning, carefully approached the center of the golden sea of ​​lightning, where a vortex had appeared where the lightning diagram had originally been.

Ye Wuxi thought for a moment, then led Elder Mo into the Demon Refining Tower, manipulating the tower to shrink and slip into the vortex.

The mountain was not as it appeared from the outside; it was shrouded in layers of golden lightning mist, and the range of divine sense perception was only a hundred miles.

"Just as Miss said." Old Master Mo was surprised by her guess.

"That's normal. In places like this, the aura is usually avoided." Ye Wuxi smiled faintly and carefully manipulated the demon tower downwards.

As we approached the ground, the fog thinned considerably, and the range of perception expanded slightly.

A terrifying tiger's roar suddenly came from the ground. Ye Wuxi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickened his descent.

When she could sense the ground, she suddenly stopped, maintaining maximum distance and hiding in a cloud of mist to look down.

The Desolate Demon Half-Saint and his disciples surrounded the enormous golden box on the ground, which was engraved with intricate lightning patterns.

"It really is the sacred beast White Tiger. I wonder who suppressed it here." The voice of the Desolate Demon Half-Saint revealed, and his power surged as he tentatively bombarded the Thunder Box.

Suddenly, the Thunder Box shone brightly, and a terrifying force shot out, instantly blasting the group of Wild Demons away.

The Demon Refining Tower in the mid-air lightning mist also trembled, but a look of joy appeared in Ye Wuxi's eyes, "It's actually the Ninefold Thunder Prison Force."

She had previously felt that this place was similar to the power of the Thunder Scripture, and now, whether it was the activated thunder patterns or the power being emitted, it was exactly the same as the divine power Thunder Prison Force recorded in the scripture.

"This box should only be opened by using the Thunder Prison Force. It's truly a stroke of luck." Ye Wuxi activated his Buddha Eye and carefully confirmed the situation.

The Thunder Box seal was activated, and the tiger's roar resounded incessantly. The group of wild demons were stumped, unable to see through it or take it away.

“Messages cannot be transmitted within the mountains. Zheng, you few go up first and relay the message back to the Dao Palace. I will stay here to guard against any changes,” the Desolate Demon Half-Saint said in a deep voice.

Seeing several disciples about to come up, Ye Wuxi's eyes narrowed slightly. He suddenly used the "Sleeve Universe" technique, unleashing a Thunder Prison Force that struck the Thunder Box from a distance.