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

"Your concerns are valid. Jiang Sheng's intentions have already been conveyed. Aheng has long wanted to go and help, but our clan has only suddenly decided to come out of seclusion at this time. It's not a coincidence; it's because of you."

The old woman seemed to know what she was thinking and spoke directly.

"Me?" Ye Wuxi murmured, feeling a bit self-mocking. She hadn't realized she had such a lot of influence.

"Do you know the abilities of my clan?" The old woman asked without waiting for her reply, gazing at the nebula in the sky and saying, "Observe the stars, predict good and bad fortune, and glimpse destiny."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wuxi calmed down and asked with a cryptic expression, "Then can senior predict my fate?"

“Our clan’s abilities are limited, and your fate is unpredictable. Our clan’s decision to leave the mountains for you is a gamble, a gamble on a possible future,” the old woman said firmly, looking back at her.

Asking about the secrets of heaven inevitably leads to karmic retribution, especially for those with truly great fortune; few can withstand the consequences, and even she, the Holy King, is no exception.

"Senior, you might as well explain it more clearly."

"I only hope that if my clan is ever in trouble in the future, young friend, you will be able to help us once in a while," the old woman said with a smile.

"It's that simple?" Ye Wuxi asked, looking astonished.

The fact that the Holy Race came out of seclusion without asking for anything in return is unsettling, since this is not a trivial matter of helping out, but involves the casualties of half-saints.

However, the old woman only asked for a vague promise of the future, which seemed no different from asking for nothing in return.

If the Zhuge Clan ever needs her help, she dares not imagine what level of cultivation she would need at that time, or how long it would take.

"It seems simple, but it's actually quite difficult, as you know, young friend. It's our clan's instinct to consult the heavens on matters of great importance. I hope I haven't made you feel uncomfortable," the old woman said with a nonchalant smile, adding another explanation.

"You're too kind, senior." Ye Wuxi shook her head slightly, her previous unease having vanished.

“In that case, young friend, please go ahead. My clan will follow shortly.” The old woman said with a faint smile, “As for what I just said, it is enough for the two of us to know.”

On the surface, they naturally couldn't embarrass Jiang Sheng; they were only coming out of seclusion to comply with his summons.

"Thank you for your trouble, Holy Clan." Ye Wuxi cupped his hands in response and gracefully flew out of the Star-Picking Tower.

Zhuge Heng personally escorted the three to the gate of the Holy Clan and returned to the Star-Picking Tower. The old woman did not leave.

"Didn't Mother-in-law say that friendships based on mutual benefit are not feasible?" Zhuge Heng asked, puzzled, not understanding why she would bring it up herself.

“Being frank is also a sign of sincerity. No strong person likes their fate to be spied on and controlled by others. Rather than waiting to hear it from someone else someday, isn’t it more reassuring to do it this way?” the old woman said calmly.

The moment she saw Ye Wuxi, she became even more certain that her decision today was the right one.

How could she not know Jiang Sheng's thoughts? In the end, this battle was nothing more than a game of chess played by the two Holy Kings, and they were both on the chessboard.

Inside the main hall of Lingxiao Palace, beneath a massive crystal ball, lay a chessboard.

Jiang Sheng sat alone in front of the chessboard, when suddenly a glimmer of light emanated from the crystal ball he was holding.

The spiritual light transformed into a line of small characters: The Zhuge Holy Clan is willing to serve the Dao Palace.

Jiang Sheng tore up the reply letter, his face revealing neither joy nor anger. After an unknown amount of time, Zhuo Hua's figure reappeared.

"Your Excellency, Miss Wuxi and the others were invited into the Holy Clan and have now safely returned to the palace."

"These old foxes... I knew I hadn't misjudged them. The next round of ancestral fortune may well descend upon the Heavenly Ruins..."

A smile appeared on Jiang Sheng's lips as he murmured something.

Zhuo Hua did not hear his whisper. He only saw Jiang Sheng calmly instruct, "Go and hand over that hundred-man Heavenly Emperor Legion to Wu Xi. All disciples below the level of Half-Saint in the palace shall obey her orders."

Inside the Boundary Pavilion, Ye Wuxi, who was about to step onto the golden bridge, paused for a moment when he saw the additional hundred-strong Heavenly Emperor Legion, but still waved his hand and led Changqing back.

The original staff of the Changqing Heavenly Emperor's Palace are long gone; now it is entirely occupied by Dao Palace disciples, and Jingfan's troops have also all gathered here.

Ye Wuxi and the others returned to the Heavenly Emperor's Palace, made some arrangements, and awaited the arrival of the Zhuge Holy Clan.

The Evergreen Realm fell silent for a moment, and Canglan seemed to have no intention of launching an attack.

As night fell, the group quietly entered the Heavenly Emperor's Palace.

"Junior Sister Wuxi, we're not too late, are we? When are we going to counterattack?" Zhuge Heng said with a smile as he stepped into the main hall.

"The other side might also be redeploying their forces. What about tomorrow morning?"

"it is good."

The next day, as the sun rose, the sky was enveloped in the light of golden chariots. Before Ye Wuxi and her companions could launch an attack, the Canglan army pressed on the city once again.

Above the army, Wu Yu led the way, with Xuan Yuan Yu and the other half-saints standing against the wind, a total of eight people.

The main city's first Tianxu banner fluttered, and warships were arrayed, but only Mu Yao, Zhuo Hua, and three other half-saints were in the air.

At the forefront of the two armies, Ye Wuxi and Xuan Yuanjing's gazes clashed in the void, both filled with killing intent.

"These few people dare to defend Changqing to the death? They're absurd."

Xuanyuan Yu's icy voice resounded, and the Golden Serpent Whip spread wildly across the heavens and earth, slashing straight at the Heavenly Ruins Banner, about to begin the battle.

"Xuanyuan Yu, do you really think there's no one left in Tianxu? Today, I will sacrifice your life to the flag of my palace."

A figure in purple suddenly appeared on the city wall. Zhuge Heng's body surged with star power. He grabbed the golden snake whip that was sweeping towards him and swung it sharply, knocking Xuan Yuan Yu down onto the open ground between the two armies.

“Zhuge Heng…” Xuanyuan Yu spat out blood, his blood boiling as he withdrew his snake whip, looking at that beautiful face with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Slash!" Zhuge Heng's body soared into the sky, his eyes like stars, and he gripped a star sword in both hands, gathering all the celestial constellations, and slashed down at her with a thunderous roar.

"Get out of the way!" The Half-Saint of Shaking Mountains roared, unleashing a golden seal from afar to save Xuan Yuan Yu, but it was blocked by a ball of light.

"What a magnificent display!" Several white-robed half-saints appeared beside Mu Yao, their voices resounding.

"The Zhuge Holy Clan, you actually came out of seclusion..." The faces of the Canglan Half-Saints were grim.

Zhuge Heng's actions could be considered as a personal Dao Palace act, but the sudden appearance of Elder Zhuge clearly indicated that the Holy Clan intended to join the war, which undoubtedly caught them off guard.

According to their speculation, the chances of the Zhuge Holy Clan intervening in the interdimensional war are extremely small.

"If Xuanyuan can come, why can't I, Zhuge, come?"

As soon as Zhuge Heng finished speaking, a loud explosion rang out in the sky. Xuanyuan Yu's body turned into blood mist. Zhuge Heng stood calmly and put away his golden snake whip.

The Canglan army's eyes trembled, and their morale instantly dropped significantly.

"A battle in the sky!" Mu Yao shouted, giving Cang Lan, the Half-Saint, no chance to discuss or react.

Zhuge Heng's gaze was fixed on Cang Lan and several other half-saints below the sixth tribulation level, and he followed the other half-saints into the clouds.

"The sun of Canglan should set as well." The moment the half-saint disappeared, Ye Wuxi's cold voice rang out, and he suddenly drew back the Heaven-Shaking Bow and shot it out.

With a single arrow, traversing space and time, the golden banner at the forefront of the Canglan army, as bright as the sun, was pierced and shattered by the arrow.

Under the terrifying wind of arrows, the surrounding space was constantly shattering, instantly burying a group of disciples.

Before the battle even began, their military flags were shattered, and the morale of the Canglan army was instantly dampened, with a growing sense of retreat emerging.

Xuanyuan Jing belatedly shot out an arrow, his face as cold as frost.