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Meanwhile, inside the void palace where the traitors of the Three Realms were hiding.

After hearing the report on the casualties of the operation, the Green Cardinal remained expressionless and simply issued an order for a temporary rest.

The loss of three Golden Immortal-level subordinates and the injury of several others were unpleasant, but they were within her expectations.

The power of these traitors originated from the forced initiation of chaos, which seemed impressive, but their actual combat strength was ultimately inferior to that of beings of the same level who had cultivated step by step.

Moreover, last night in Starfall City, they did not utilize their true advantage—controlling mindless Chaos Beasts for a human wave tactic.

In the rear cities far from the Chaos-eroded zone, they could only rely on their own strength to fight head-on, and casualties were inevitable.

However, the true spirits of the three subordinates who were killed on the spot had already been stored deep within the palace, and it would take three or four hundred years for them to be reborn and resurrected.

If one can successfully kill Qin Le using the stolen Dharma Body, thus making a great contribution and receiving a reward from the Holy Lord, the recovery speed will be even faster.

As for herself... the Green Cardinal dismissed the crowd and returned to her quiet room alone.

The moment the door closed, her straight back hunched slightly, and a hint of undisguised pain flashed across her face.

The injuries left by Nezha were far more complex than they appeared on the surface.

The burning power of the Samadhi True Fire and the corrosive power of the pure Dao principles, like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone, continued to ravage her body, bringing constant and intense pain. She needed time to heal.

In the corridor, Ye Hongli helped Xia Yu, who was seriously injured, step by step towards her room.

Ye Hongli was one of the few people who sustained the least injuries in this operation.

She was at the bottom of the rankings, spending most of her time hovering on the edge of the battlefield, occasionally unleashing a few harmless ranged attacks.

During the retreat, Li Wuyou and the others focused their firepower on the Golden Immortal-level traitors, paying little attention to a minor character like her.

After entering Xia Yu's simply furnished room, Xia Yu sat down on the edge of the bed and waved her hand weakly, saying, "I can regulate my breathing myself. You can leave now."

Ye Hongli did not move or respond.

The next second, something unexpected happened!

Xia Yu felt a blur before her eyes, and a cold, eerie aura instantly approached her brow!

Before she could even react, a slender hand, yet containing terrifying power, pierced through her skull as if it were an illusion!

Excruciating pain and the tearing sensation of having one's soul forcibly ripped away struck at the same time!

Xia Yu stared wide-eyed at Ye Hongli's calm, expressionless face, which was so close to her.

Her body slumped softly onto the bed, while her soul was firmly held in Ye Hongli's grasp!

"Ye Hongli!!! What are you doing?!"

Xia Yu's soul let out a fierce howl of shock and anger; she was completely unable to comprehend this sudden betrayal.

"Shh—" Ye Hongli put a finger to her lips, her smile sweet but devoid of warmth: "Don't shout so loudly, no one outside can hear you."

She raised her chin, gesturing for Xia Yu to look around.

The walls, ceiling, and floor of the room were covered with a thin, flowing silver film, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

This was naturally the work of the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Although the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele regretted leading Ye Hongli into the demonic path, it had no choice but to do its best to help Ye Hongli continue down this path since it was already a fait accompli.

Xia Yu's divine soul light fluctuated violently. She forced herself to calm down and stared intently at Ye Hongli: "You're an undercover agent sent by the Three Realms? Then what about the Chaos Origin within you?!"

This was what she couldn't understand the most: how could an undercover agent possess such a pure chaotic aura?

Ye Hongli blinked, a sly glint in her eyes: "You could call it being an undercover agent. As for the Chaos Origin... guess?"

His tone was light and cheerful, as if he were talking about the weather.

Xia Yu's soul trembled, then she let out a cold laugh: "You think you can get away with killing me? The Bishop, and even the Holy Lord, will find out immediately!"

She didn't believe the Holy Lord would be completely unaware. Once she perished and her true spirit returned to its place and was resurrected, Ye Hongli's actions would be exposed without a trace.

"Who told you... I was going to kill you?" Ye Hongli tilted her head, her tone playful. "Besides, if Chaos really 'values' you that much, do you think... it wouldn't discover that I'm an 'undercover agent'?"

"..."

Xia Yu's soul froze instantly, and even her light dimmed slightly.

Ye Hongli's words were truly scathing.

Two possibilities:

Either Chaos failed to detect Ye Hongli, which means that the entity supporting Ye Hongli is so sophisticated that it can deceive Chaos's perception, and its level is probably no less than Chaos itself.

Either Chaos had already discovered it, but kept it hidden... This made her feel even more chilled to the bone.

That means that, in the eyes of Chaos, the life, death, and loyalty of these traitors might be utterly insignificant.

Either way, it's an unacceptable reality for her and for all the traitors.

Ye Hongli said no more, tightened her fingers, and several chains of silver light spread out from her palm, wrapping and sealing Xia Yu's soul layer by layer.

Then, she took out a transparent crystal ball and stuffed the struggling but silent soul into it.

It is not impossible to completely obliterate Xia Yu's soul and true spirit; the spirit of the Law Source Stele has this ability.

But doing so would instantly extinguish Xia Yu's soul lamp in the palace, immediately alerting her. Ye Hongli didn't want to be exposed so soon.

Ye Hongli casually placed the crystal ball containing Xia Yu's soul aside, wanting this senior to witness everything that was about to happen.

She quickly formed hand seals, and a vortex with ominous black energy flowing around its edges silently unfolded before her, instantly swallowing Xia Yu's body on the bed and disappearing without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Hongli bit her fingertip, forcing out a drop of bright red blood.

The blood droplet floated in the air, rapidly twisting, expanding, and shaping... In the blink of an eye, it transformed into another Xia Yu!

His face, figure, aura, and even the concentration and fluctuation of the chaotic energy swirling around him were exactly the same as the heavily injured Xia Yu, so lifelike that it was hard to tell the difference between the real and the fake.

Inside the crystal ball, Xia Yu's soul trembled violently. She was going crazy, desperately trying to scream and curse, but she couldn't make a sound. Even the fluctuations of her soul were firmly suppressed.

Ye Hongli examined her work with satisfaction, placed her clone on the bed, and assumed a cross-legged posture to heal her injuries.

After doing all this, she smiled and picked up the crystal ball, holding it close to her eyes: "Senior Xia Yu, isn't my clone... exactly like you?"

Inside the crystal ball, Xia Yu could only stare at her with icy, unwavering eyes. If looks could kill, Ye Hongli would have been torn to pieces long ago.

"Oh, don't be so angry." Ye Hongli's smile grew even brighter. "Being able to become nourishment for me to become stronger is a very honorable thing."

The pent-up frustration and pretense that had been suppressed for so long could finally be released.

She spared no expense in lavishly entertaining her former boss with words, tormenting him for several hours until she felt somewhat relieved and then temporarily stopped.

After restoring Xia Yu's room to its original state and confirming that her clone was functioning correctly, Ye Hongli put away the crystal ball and left the room as if nothing had happened.

Back in her residence, Ye Hongli set up a protective barrier, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate her cultivation technique.

It must be said that Xia Yu truly deserves to be called a traitorous stalwart comparable to a Golden Immortal. The chaotic origin within her body is not only abundant but also extremely pure.

Devouring and refining is not easy, but Ye Hongli would never spit out the fat meat that was already in her mouth.

She has plenty of patience; she can slowly work through things and eventually absorb and transform them completely.

Feeling the surging power within her body, Ye Hongli's lips curled into a cold smile.

After refining these chaotic origins, breaking through to the Celestial Immortal realm should be... not far off.