Prehistoric: The female saint Shiji, brilliant and talented

"My physical body was forged from ancient dragon bones and inlaid with a layer of dragon scales passed down from my ancestors. Ordinary attacks cannot harm me. Let alone your immortal weapon, even the attacks of a high-level immortal king might not be able to break through my defenses!"

Shi Ji's face turned extremely ugly, his eyes shifting between light and shadow—although he didn't know the specific value of the dragon scales, he had seen dragon bones in the valley before and knew how terrifying the power contained within them was.

The mere aura emanating from that half-dragon bone was enough to terrify cultivators at the Emperor Realm, not to mention the flesh shell crafted from the dragon bone, inlaid with precious dragon scales.

He knew very well that anything that could be associated with "Dragon"...

Anything even remotely related is an extremely precious treasure, especially dragon scales. Not only do they possess astonishing defensive capabilities, but they also contain pure dragon vein power, making them top-tier materials for both weapon crafting and alchemy.

Even the most powerful alchemists regard dragon scales as a coveted treasure and are willing to pay a huge price for them.

Thinking of this, a greedy thought arose in Shi Ji's heart—if she could obtain this dragon scale, whether to strengthen her physical body or to forge a stronger immortal artifact, it would greatly enhance her strength.

However, he quickly suppressed the thought. He was in a precarious situation and needed to find a way to escape first.

Shi Ji pondered to herself: The patriarch of the Nightmare Butterfly Clan obviously knew the value of the dragon scales, which is why he entrusted the dragon scales left by his ancestor to this old man. On the one hand, it was to have the old man protect Gongsun Linglong, and on the other hand, he probably hoped to use the intimidating power of the dragon scales to force her to submit and subdue this "genius".

After all, cultivators like him, who can both cultivate and forge weapons, are extremely rare in the entire cultivation world. If they could be put to good use, it would greatly help improve the strength of the Nightmare Demon Butterfly clan.

The old man clearly hadn't expected that Shi Ji's bones would be so hard, preferring to suffer serious injuries rather than give in.

Looking at the dragon scales on the old man's arm, Shi Ji felt increasingly solemn—the defensive power of these dragon scales was simply too strong, and her attacks could not damage them at all. Defeating the old man was harder than climbing to heaven.

"How about that? Scared yet?"

Seeing Shi Ji's expression, the white-haired old man assumed he was intimidated by the power of the dragon scales and smiled smugly. "It's not too late to surrender now. As long as you behave, I can spare your life."

Otherwise, once I completely lose patience, you'll never have another chance.

Shi Ji didn't speak, but gripped the domineering sword embryo tightly in her hand, a resolute glint in her eyes—no matter how powerful the enemy was, she would never give up easily.

He began to think quickly for a solution, recalling the various supernatural powers and secret techniques he possessed, hoping to find a way to break through the dragon scale defense.

Seeing that Shi Ji still refused to yield, the white-haired old man's killing intent intensified. He slowly raised his right hand, preparing to launch a stronger attack and completely eliminate Shi Ji.

The Nightmare Butterfly cultivators around him held their breath, their eyes fixed on Shi Ji, as if they could already foresee his tragic end.

At this critical moment, Shi Ji suddenly remembered the Dragon Bone Fruit she had refined before—the Dragon Bone Fruit contained pure dragon vein power, which might resonate with the dragon scales and even suppress their power!

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Shi Ji's eyes. He immediately activated the Undying Ancestral Scripture and began to guide the remaining dragon vein power in his body to converge towards the domineering sword embryo in his hand.

The dragon scale of the Nightmare Butterfly Clan's ancestor was indeed incredibly powerful; otherwise, how could this dragon scale have so easily shattered Shi Ji's physical body?
Seeing that Shi Ji remained motionless, the white-haired old man assumed that he was intimidated by the power of the dragon scales. A hint of smugness flashed in his eyes as he continued to tempt him: "Boy!"
I know you're not convinced, but resistance is useless.

If you submit to our Nightmare Butterfly Clan, we will not only spare your life, but also use our clan's secret treasures to help you restore the soul imprints of your parents, allowing them to reunite their souls.

This is an immense favor; you mustn't be ungrateful!

He believed it was to "restore the imprint of his parents' souls".

This condition was enough to make Shi Ji submit—after all, in the cultivation world, the kindness of one's parents is heavier than Mount Tai, and no cultivator would refuse such a temptation.

To his surprise, Shi Ji's expression did not change at all after hearing these words; instead, she revealed a cold smile.

Shi Ji completely ignored the white-haired old man's instigation. He took out a jet-black stone bead from his storage space. This stone bead was a secret treasure he had obtained in an ancient ruin. It contained an extremely violent energy, which he would never use lightly unless absolutely necessary.

The situation was critical, and he couldn't care less about anything else. He gripped the stone bead tightly and crushed it with force.

"Click——"

The moment the stone bead shattered, an immense surge of energy, like a volcanic eruption, rushed into Shi Ji's body.

His body instantly radiated a dazzling golden light, his previously listless aura rapidly increased, and the wound on his chest healed at a visible speed under the nourishment of the energy.

"This stone bead..."

An aged voice suddenly rang out from the bushes not far away.

An old woman dressed in a purple robe slowly walked out; she was the patriarch of the Nightmare Butterfly Clan.

The old woman's gaze was fixed on the shattered stone bead in Shi Ji's hand, her eyes filled with shock, and even her body was trembling slightly—she sensed a dangerous feeling emanating from the stone bead that made her soul tremble; this was definitely not an ordinary ancient treasure.

Shi Ji grinned coldly, her internal energy circulated to its limit, and the domineering sword embryo in her hand shone with dazzling golden light.

He stomped off the ground and shot towards the white-haired old man like an arrow, his long sword whistling through the air as it was violently swept away.

This sword strike was far more powerful than the previous ones; the golden sword light poured down like a silver river, instantly enveloping the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man's expression changed drastically. He quickly circulated his spiritual power, maximizing the defensive capabilities of the dragon scales.

Even so, he couldn't withstand the fatal blow—"Sizzle!"

With a crisp sound, the domineering sword embryo tore through his defensive armor, cleaving his body in two as easily as cutting tofu.

Blood and entrails were scattered all over the ground. The white-haired old man didn't even have time to scream before he completely lost his breath.

Upon seeing the white-haired old man die tragically, the Nightmare Butterfly cultivators around him panicked.

Before they could react, five powerful auras suddenly came from afar—five other ancestral-level experts from the Nightmare Butterfly Clan rushed over after hearing the commotion.

These five patriarchs each possessed a powerful aura, surrounded by black mist, making them even more terrifying than the white-haired elder from before. Clearly, their cultivation had all reached the late stage of the Emperor Realm.

"Bold foreigners!"
"How dare you kill one of our clan's elders in our ancestral land! Today, I will tear you to pieces!"

The leading ancestor shouted sharply, and before he finished speaking, the five of them rushed towards Shi Ji at the same time.

They conjured black energy claws in their hands, imbued with potent poison, and lunged at Shi Ji from different directions, blocking all his escape routes.

Despite being besieged by the five patriarchs, Shi Ji remained completely calm.

He took a deep breath and merged the energy within his body with the "Three Thousand Great Daos" passed down through his descendants—this divine power is a top-tier secret technique in the lineage of his descendants, capable of fusing spiritual energy of different attributes into a stronger attack.

Shi Ji quickly formed hand seals, and countless golden runes condensed around him, transforming into attacks imbued with destructive power that hurtled towards the five patriarchs.

"Bang bang bang-"

A series of violent collisions rang out as the golden attack clashed with the black energy claws, unleashing a terrifying energy shockwave.

The surrounding trees were instantly shredded into pieces, and the ground cracked open with deep, bottomless ravines.

The three elders with slightly weaker cultivation were swept away by the impact, crashing heavily into the stone wall in the distance, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and their auras instantly weakened.

Seeing that the situation was not good, one of the remaining two ancestors turned around and tried to escape.

But how could Shi Ji give him a chance? He took out a palm-sized black doll from his storage space—this was a cursed doll he had obtained by chance, containing a strange curse power, a powerful weapon specifically targeting the soul.

Shi Ji made a hand seal, and the eyes of the cursed doll suddenly lit up with a red light. Then, a black beam of light shot out from the doll's mouth.

The beam of light was extremely fast, instantly enveloping the soul of that ancestor.

The old ancestor felt a heart-wrenching pain in his soul, his consciousness instantly fell into chaos, and he lost control of his body, falling heavily to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Ji rushed forward and swung her domineering sword again, severing the head of the old ancestor with a single strike.

After dealing with this old ancestor, Shi Ji turned around and walked towards the other three injured old ancestors.

These three patriarchs were so terrified that they had no courage to resist and were quickly killed by Shi Ji one by one.

"happy!
That was really satisfying, kid!
With this kind of teamwork, we're practically invincible!

The voice of the cursed doll echoed in Shi Ji's mind, its tone full of excitement.

When it cooperated with Shi Ji, its combat power increased by at least three times. Those ancestors that Shi Ji once feared were now as vulnerable as ants in front of them.

Shi Ji's combat power was already incredibly strong, and with the help of the cursed doll, he quickly dealt with the other six ancestral-level experts who arrived later.

In an instant, the ancestral land of the Nightmare Butterfly Clan was littered with corpses, and blood stained the ground red. Only a few cultivators with lower cultivation levels remained, trembling with fear and not daring to step forward.

At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps came.

The patriarch of the Nightmare Butterfly clan arrived with a group of the clan's core experts.

The clan leader was an old woman who looked to be over seventy years old. She wore a purple robe, her hair was white, and her face was covered with wrinkles, but her eyes were as cold as a venomous snake, and she exuded a powerful aura of the peak of the Emperor Realm.

Upon seeing the corpse on the ground, the old woman's face instantly turned ashen.

She stared coldly at Shi Ji, her tone chilling: "Young man, how dare you!"

How dare they slaughter so many of our clan's strongest warriors in our ancestral land? They're practically courting death!

Now, kneel down and surrender obediently, offering up your soul imprint, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, I will make you suffer the most excruciating tortures in the world!

Shi Ji curled her lip in disdain, her tone full of sarcasm: "What are you? You think you're worthy of my kneeling and surrendering? I think your head is filled with mush! Who do you think you are? You're just a wicked cultivator who lives by devouring others, yet you dare to swagger in front of me!"

"You brat, how dare you insult me!"

The old woman was utterly enraged. She glared fiercely at Shi Ji, her eyes filled with boundless resentment. "Since you are so stubborn, I will slowly torture you and make you regret ever being born!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the old woman pushed off the ground with her feet and darted towards Shiji like a ghost.

A black whip materialized in her hand, wrapped with potent poison, and she lashed it toward Shi Ji's neck.

Shi Ji was prepared. He dodged to the side and swung his domineering sword embryo at the same time, slashing at the long whip.

"clang"

With a crisp sound, the longsword and the whip collided, sparks flying everywhere.

The two instantly clashed, golden sword light and black whip shadows intertwining in the air, creating afterimages.

This battle was extremely fierce. The two fought from the ground to the air, and then from the air to the depths of the valley. They fought for a full three hundred rounds, and still could not determine a winner.

The old woman's cultivation had reached the peak of the Emperor Realm, and her spiritual power was as vast as the ocean. Moreover, she possessed the innate divine power of the Nightmare Demon Butterfly Clan, making her far stronger than the previous ancestors.

"You little brat!"

Let's see how long you can hold out!

"Today I'm going to wear you down to death!"

The old woman sneered. She knew that Shi Ji had been fighting continuously and must have very little energy left. If the fight continued, Shi Ji would eventually be defeated and die from exhaustion of spiritual power.

The old woman opened her enormous mouth, and black runes burst forth from it.

These runes, as if they were alive, densely wrapped around Shi Ji, quickly enveloping his body.

These runes contain extremely potent poison. Once they come into contact with the skin, they will quickly corrode the cultivator's physical body and spiritual power. Even a powerful cultivator at the Emperor level would find it difficult to resist.

The old woman believed that Shi Ji was doomed this time.

To her surprise, the moment those highly poisonous runes invaded Shi Ji's body, a pale blue light suddenly emanated from within him—an ancient lamp flew out from his sea of ​​consciousness; it was the Chaos Ancient Lamp.

The Chaos Ancient Lamp emitted a gentle chaotic power, like a purifying light, instantly refining those highly poisonous runes without leaving a trace.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Ji circulated her internal magic power and took out a black stone from her storage space. This stone was called the "Prison Suppressing Stone," an extremely rare defensive magic treasure. Not only was its defensive power amazing, but it also had a strong ability to absorb toxins.

As Shi Ji infused her magic, the Prison-Suppressing Stone instantly transformed into a black armor, covering his body and blocking the subsequent onslaught of poisonous runes. (End of Chapter)