Prehistoric: The female saint Shiji, brilliant and talented

"Nine Netherworld Demon Flames, incinerate all things!"

The black-robed cultivator grinned maliciously, and the ball of demonic flames instantly surged, transforming into a black sea of ​​fire that completely engulfed Shi Ji.

The flames burned fiercely, seemingly capable of devouring even light. Shi Ji, standing within them, immediately felt a strange power, a mixture of extreme cold and extreme heat, assaulting her entire body. Her flesh, bones, and even her soul seemed to be turning to ashes under this extreme erosion.

"Hehe, kid, you're doomed now, aren't you? No matter how extraordinary your bloodline is, under the Nine Nether Demon Flame that devours the soul and burns away the essence, you can't escape being reduced to ashes and having your soul scattered!"

Seeing Shi Ji being engulfed by the demonic flames, the black-robed cultivator let out a triumphant grin, believing the outcome was already decided.

However, his smile froze on his face the next moment.

A figure slowly stepped out from within the churning black demonic flames.

A faint, clear light enveloped Shi Ji, as pure as moonlight, keeping the terrifying Nine Netherworld Demon Flame at bay.

His steps were steady, his eyes clear. Not only was he unharmed, but there was also a faint hint of mockery in his eyes. He looked at the black-robed cultivator as if he were looking at a clown.

"The Nine Nether Demon Flame truly lives up to its name; it is sinister and domineering."

Shi Ji's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "But you think you can burn me to ashes with this? That's a ridiculous joke!"

"This...this is absolutely impossible!"

The black-robed cultivator roared in disbelief as if he had seen a ghost, his voice becoming shrill with extreme shock, "How can you withstand the Nine Nether Demon Flame? Even a Saint Lord-level figure would not dare to easily come into contact with this fire!"

He was naturally unaware that the Undying Emperor's Blood that Shi Ji possessed was one of the most supreme bloodlines recognized in the Undying Realm.

Even in the glorious era of ancient times when emperors rose up and geniuses vied for supremacy, such a bloodline would be considered top-tier.

Moreover, Shi Ji had also cultivated the Heaven-Mending Technique, a peerless art that could seize the creation of heaven and earth.

Although he has only grasped a portion of the essence of the Heaven-Mending Technique, it has already transformed him, further stimulating and transforming his bloodline potential.

Shi Ji's bloodline power is now so formidable that it has long surpassed the imagination of ordinary cultivators.

Although the Nine Nether Demon Flame was powerful, it could not ultimately extinguish the immense power that originated from the bloodline's essence and contained a trace of immortal truth.

Just as the black-robed cultivator was stunned into silence, Shi Ji moved.

His figure moved like lightning, and the iron rod in his hand, engraved with dragon patterns, emitted a dazzling golden light. With the force of sweeping away thousands of troops, he fiercely swept towards the head of the black-robed cultivator!
This strike was as fast as lightning and as heavy as a mountain.

"Oh!"

A muffled thud resounded, and the black-robed cultivator had no time to react. His protective demonic energy was torn apart like paper, and he was struck solidly by the iron rod. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ground some distance away, creating a deep crater in the hard rock.

Without pausing, Shi Ji dashed off towards the spot where the black-robed cultivator had fallen.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Faced with such a formidable enemy, we must not give them any chance to catch their breath, lest things get complicated.

However, just as Shi Ji approached, the black-robed cultivator in the pit suddenly emitted a sickening "crack" sound.

The sound was heard, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the body.

Immediately afterwards, his body suddenly split open, and a bead about the size of a fist, jet black in color, with countless fine magical runes wrapped around its surface, shot out from his split chest.

The black bead exuded an extremely sinister and terrifying aura. Its overwhelming demonic power spread out as if it were a tangible force, making the surrounding air thick and heavy. It even seemed to devour the light, causing the nearby area to suddenly darken.

"What is this?"

Shi Ji's pupils contracted slightly as she sensed a strong threat emanating from the demonic pearl. She immediately stopped and became alert.

The black-robed cultivator's remaining divine sense emitted a cold laugh filled with resentment and cruelty: "I'm about to die, so telling you won't hurt!"

This is the natal treasure left behind by my demonic clan's ancestor—the Primordial Demon Pearl!

It possesses unfathomable power!

He continued to explain, his voice filled with a kind of frenzied pleasure: "The most peculiar thing about this treasure is that it can perfectly integrate into the corpse of a cultivator after his death, and is not affected by the original owner's remaining will!"
From the day I obtained it, I have been refining it day and night, and now I have completely mastered it and merged it with my demonic soul!
"Now, using my remaining body and demonic soul as a catalyst, to activate this bead, its power... will increase more than fivefold!"

"You little beast, you have every right to be proud that you forced me to use this trump card!"

Now, annihilate them completely!

Before the words were finished, the Yuan Demon Pearl that was floating in mid-air suddenly shone with dark light and expanded wildly. In an instant, it turned into a mountain as big as a mountain, carrying a terrifying power that could destroy the world, and crushed towards Shi Ji!

Wherever the demonic orb passed, space collapsed inch by inch like fragile glass, revealing a series of hideous, pitch-black spatial cracks.

Deep within the rift lies a chilling void and an aura of death, seemingly connecting to an unknown and terrifying wasteland.

Faced with this terrifying attack, Shi Ji's expression was extremely solemn, but she showed no fear.

He took a deep breath and pushed the Immortal Scripture to its limit. His blood and qi surged and roared like the Yangtze River, and a pale golden light emanated from his body.

He gripped the iron rod tightly with both hands, pouring all his strength into it. The dragon patterns on the rod seemed to come alive, emitting a deep dragon roar.

"break!"

Shi Ji roared and advanced instead of retreating, wielding an iron rod that shone with brilliant golden light, fiercely striking against the terrifying demonic orb that was crushing down upon her!

“Boom!
!

! ”

A deafening and far more violent collision than before erupted!
The golden and black energies intertwined, collided, and annihilated wildly, forming a terrifying energy storm that swept outwards, lowering the ground by several feet.

The mountain-like Yuan Demon Pearl was actually blasted back by Shi Ji's strike, which was imbued with all her power, and the dark light on its surface dimmed a bit!

Having landed a successful blow, Shi Ji did not stop, her figure moving like a ghost to approach the black-robed cultivator's remnant soul, whose mind was shaken by the damage to his magic weapon.

He clenched his right fist, which shone with a light like shattered stars—it was a powerful killing move he had comprehended, the Shattering Star Fist!
"boom!

boom!
boom! "

Three consecutive punches, as fast as lightning and as heavy as thunder, struck the chest of the black-robed cultivator's phantom, formed from the remnant soul of his body.

Each punch contained the terrifying power to shatter mountains and split rocks, as well as the purifying and evil-dispelling power unique to the Immortal Scripture.

"what--!"

The black-robed cultivator let out a shrill scream. His remnant soul trembled violently, becoming almost transparent, and he spewed out large mouthfuls of black soul energy. His aura instantly weakened to the extreme.

"No...impossible! Your physical body...your strength...how could it be so powerful?!"

The remnant soul of the black-robed cultivator let out a roar filled with resentment, shock, and incomprehension.

He never imagined that even after using the most precious treasure left by his ancestors, he would still end up like this.

Shi Ji's eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion: "You should leave these questions for the King of Hell in the netherworld."

If there truly is an afterlife, remember to do good deeds and never commit evil again!

Having said that, Shi Ji gave the other party no further chance. She pointed her fingers like a halberd, and a golden divine light, extremely refined and containing immortal true meaning, burst forth from her fingertips, shooting out like an unparalleled divine spear!

"Pfft!"

With a clear tearing sound, the golden divine light pierced the head of the black-robed cultivator's remnant soul with perfect accuracy.

The black-robed cultivator's roar abruptly ceased, and his remnant soul vanished like wisps of smoke, ultimately disappearing completely into the world without a trace.

With the complete demise of the black-robed cultivator, the out-of-control Yuan Demon Pearl rapidly shrank, returning to its original fist-sized form with a clang.

It fell to the ground with a thud, and the magic patterns on its surface became dull and lifeless.

Shi Ji stepped forward and carefully cast sealing runes to seal the Yuan Demon Pearl layer by layer before picking it up.

He could sense that the pearl still contained a vast and sinister power, but such a demonic creature could easily backfire if one was not careful, so he had to deal with it with caution.

He stored the sealed Yuan Demon Pearl into his space-time ring, intending to study or deal with it later when the opportunity arose.

Afterwards, Shi Ji carefully examined this hidden battlefield.

This place is located deep inside the mountain. If it weren't for his profound knowledge of formations, which led him to accidentally discover a clue to the entrance, ordinary people would have no chance of finding it.

Having defeated this formidable foe, he needed to move on.

After tidying up, Shiji carefully left the hidden mountain cave and returned to the outside world, following the path she had come from.

He determined his direction and continued deeper into the mountains.

Perhaps the fierce battle with the black-robed cultivator had depleted most of the malevolent energy in the surrounding area, or perhaps it was just luck, but Shi Ji's journey went quite smoothly afterward, without encountering any more powerful obstacles or ambushes.

He traversed dense primeval forests and climbed over treacherous, jagged rocks, finally reaching the summit of this giant peak without incident.

Standing on the edge of a cliff atop the mountain, the fierce wind howled, billowing his robes.

Shi Ji gazed into the distance while cautiously observing his surroundings.

On the cliffs below, many strange plants grow, and even more striking are the various strange-looking and ferocious beasts that inhabit the area.

Some of these strange beasts are enormous, hundreds of meters long, resembling dragons but with a pair of broad, fleshy wings. Their bodies are covered in eerie purple scales that reflect a mesmerizing light in the sunlight. Others have ferocious snake heads, but the bodies of birds below the neck, with wings on their backs, circling in the air and emitting piercing cries. Still others have eight long tails like giant pythons, but their heads resemble those of a mighty lion, their bodies swirling with dense ancient runes, radiating a chilling energy fluctuation.

These strange beasts were clearly not benevolent; each occupied its own territory, forming a dangerous and unique ecosystem in this area.

Shi Ji held her breath and focused her mind, concealing her aura to the lowest possible level. She thought to herself, "This place is teeming with strange beasts and fraught with danger. I must be even more careful."

I wonder where my junior sister, Houyi, and Yunheng are now, and whether they are safe and sound...

Other mythical beasts have eight tails, but their heads are shaped like lion heads, and their bodies are covered with dense runes.

Shi Ji couldn't identify any of these strangely shaped creatures.

Their aura was ancient and wild, completely different from the ferocious beasts of this era, clearly not products of this time.

Shi Ji pondered to herself that these beings were likely remnants from the Immortal Ancient Era.

After that glorious and distant era ended, the world underwent dramatic changes, which must have given birth to many powerful and strange creatures.

These strange beasts before us may have been powerful overlords in the ancient era of immortality.

He composed himself and continued flying towards the summit of the mountain.

The closer one gets to the summit, the denser the surrounding spiritual energy becomes, but it also carries a palpable sense of oppressive power.

Before long, Shi Ji finally reached the top of the giant peak.

The mountaintop is a relatively flat and open area, and in the center sits an elderly man dressed in a plain white robe, sitting cross-legged.

The old man had white hair and beard, an ancient face, and closed eyes. His aura seemed to blend into the entire mountain peak, as if he were in a deep state of cultivation.

Shi Ji cautiously approached, stopping ten feet away from the old man. She cupped her hands and said in a deep voice, "Senior, I have passed the test you set."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-robed old man suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes!

Two sharp beams of light, almost tangible, shot out from his eyes. Like two peerless divine swords, they carried a sharpness that could tear everything apart, instantly traversing space and slashing towards Shi Ji's brow!

Shi Ji frowned slightly, her heart filled with trepidation.

As expected, the other party came with ill intentions!
He dared not be negligent. With a thought, an ancient scroll flew out from his body, expanded in the wind, and unfolded instantly—it was that powerful magical artifact, the Sky-Covering and Sun-Shrouding Scroll!
The scroll unfolded, seemingly obscuring the entire sky and forming an invisible barrier.

The old man's sharp gaze struck the barrier formed by the painting, but it vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, only causing ripples before disappearing without harming Shi Ji in the slightest.

"what?"

The white-robed elder let out a soft exclamation, a hint of surprise on his face. "The Heaven-Covering and Sun-Embracing Diagram? This divine ability is said to have been lost long ago, and it can even seal a cultivator's entire cultivation... Boy, could you be the one who sealed your own cultivation?"

Shi Ji remained calm and readily admitted, "Senior's insight is indeed profound; it is I who have it."

"Oh it's you!"

A cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes, and his tone suddenly turned cold, "Since you have obtained the sealed treasure, you must have recovered some of your strength."

"Very well, I can give you a dignified ending. You can take your own life, saving me the trouble of doing anything more."

Upon hearing this, Shi Ji couldn't help but sneer: "You want to take my life? I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"

"This junior is arrogant!"
"Once we capture you, we'll make you wish you were dead!"

The old man flew into a rage, his robes billowing without wind, his powerful aura pressing down like a mountain. (End of Chapter)