The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

Chapter 130 I Avoid His Edge?

"Golden Core Realm—is it really just one major realm higher than Purple Mansion Realm?" An old man at the Great Perfection of Purple Mansion Realm, his face ashen, gazed up at the destructive scene frozen in the air. His Dao heart was almost shattered as he muttered to himself, "I have cultivated diligently for over a thousand years, and I believe I have reached the pinnacle of Purple Mansion Realm, touching the edge of golden immortality—but why, in the face of such power, do I still feel—as insignificant as dust, as fragile as an ant?"

His words expressed the sentiments of all the Purple Mansion cultivators present.

The projection of that inverted continent carries not only physical weight, but also the crushing force of laws and an absolute difference in "level of existence".

The mere remote sensing was enough to shatter their souls and destabilize their foundations, giving them a sense of despair that they could not resist and could only await their doom.

This is not even a contest on the same level.

However, what terrified them even more was that the newly promoted True Monarch Zixu, facing this terrifying divine power that was enough to suppress a region, simply made a grasping motion and caused it to freeze in mid-air.

She hasn't even really "made a move" yet.

Just as everyone's mind was reeling—

Without warning, a purplish-black light suddenly appeared inside the stagnant, upside-down continent projection.

The light was initially faint, like a reflection from a distant star in the deep black night sky.

But the next moment.

boom-

Billions of incredibly violent, purplish-black lightning bolts, imbued with boundless destructive power, erupted from the deepest, most central part of the continent's projection, like savage beasts imprisoned for millennia.

It didn't cleave from the outside, but rather spread from the inside out, from point to surface, instantly reaching every inch of "land," every "river," and every "mountain" projected across the vast continent.

The color of the thunder was as deep as the purest night, yet it shone with the purple light of annihilation.

They meander, explode, intertwine, and converge, transforming into a boundless, boiling, and violent ocean of thunder.

The projection of the continent resembled a giant rock thrown into a lightning pool, being frantically devoured from the inside out by billions of lightning snakes.

Tearing, penetrating.

"Click—"

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A chilling sound of shattering echoed throughout the entire world.

It was not the sound of matter shattering, but the mournful cry of "projection of laws" and "manifestation of supernatural powers" being forcibly disintegrated and annihilated by a more domineering and primal force of thunder.

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, the inverted continent projection, which blotted out the sky and exuded supreme majesty, suddenly developed countless crisscrossing, massive cracks that shimmered with purplish-black lightning.

The cracks spread and expanded rapidly, like shattered glass, or like an eggshell being torn apart from the inside by an invisible force.

In less than three breaths.

"Boom!"

The final, earth-shattering roar erupted.

The entire vast, inverted continent projection, ravaged and torn apart by billions of lightning bolts from the inside out, could no longer maintain its shape and exploded with a deafening roar.

Transformed into endless fragments and points of light, a mixture of ink-wash shimmering light and purple-black lightning, like a meteor shower sweeping across the heavens and earth, bursting, scattering, and annihilating in all directions and towards the endless, distant sky.

A terrifying storm of turbulent spiritual energy and fragments of laws instantly swept across the entire Yifan Plain, ruthlessly ploughing the already ravaged snowfield once more. Several layers of soil were shoveled away, revealing even deeper layers...

The rock strata are charred and broken.

The onlookers had no choice but to retreat thousands of miles again, each using their own methods to defend themselves. Many were still hit by the aftershocks, vomiting blood and getting injured, their faces turning pale.

As the storm of light and debris gradually subsided, the sky reappeared.

The leaden clouds were torn open with a huge, irregular hole, revealing the higher and deeper sky behind them.

Sunlight poured down from the "hole," forming a strange beam of light that blended the lingering mist of ink painting with the afterglow of purple lightning. It fell upon the deepest and most terrifying ravine in the center of the snowfield, and also illuminated the dark figure that still stood silently in the air.

Zuo Qingqiu slowly withdrew her loosely clenched right hand and placed it behind her back.

His black Taoist robe was spotless, and not even a single strand of his hair was disheveled.

It was as if the earth-shattering act of annihilating a continent's projection with a flick of her finger was nothing more than brushing a snowflake off her shoulder.

She stood at the edge of the pillar of light, her cool and beautiful face half bathed in light and half hidden in shadow, making her appear even more profound and unfathomable.

His gaze was cool and calm, sweeping over the devastated snowfield below, over the still-shaken crowd in the distance, and finally, as if piercing through endless space, looking towards some unknown distance.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice not loud, but clear and distinct, a strange "voice of the Great Dao" that resonated directly in the souls and spirits of all living beings and the laws of heaven and earth, spreading throughout the entire Yifan Plain and reaching the boundless heaven and earth: "True Lord Fu Shui."

The four words were uttered calmly, yet they seemed to carry an immense weight, causing the world to fall silent.

"I killed your disciple."

They spoke frankly and without any concealment or remorse.

It was as if he were stating a completely ordinary fact that had nothing to do with him.

"I want to avenge him—"

She paused slightly, and a swirling vortex of purplish-black lightning seemed to flash across her clear, cold eyes.

"Then show yourself."

"Don't—"

"Hiding one's head while revealing one's tail."

The last four words, though spoken in a calm tone, carried an air of superior indifference and unquestionable authority, like a deity from the heavens issuing an ultimatum to insects hiding in the shadows.

The sound echoed between heaven and earth, its lingering notes drowning out the wind and the still-unsettled turbulent flow of spiritual energy.

A dead silence.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding as if they were about to burst out of their chests.

How dare True Lord Zixu speak to the veteran True Lord Fushui like that?

They directly criticized it for "hiding its head and revealing its tail".

This is a blatant provocation.

They completely disregarded the ancient True Lord who had lived for over eight thousand years.

She forced the True Lord of Fu Shui to appear.

They forced him into a duel between true lords.

crazy.

They've all gone mad.

What they have seen and heard today has completely exceeded their limits of cognition and endurance.

After a brief silence, an ancient, ethereal "voice of the Great Dao," seemingly emanating from the depths of endless time, yet also appearing to resonate simultaneously from all directions, its exact origin indiscernible, responded to Zuo Qingqiu's "invitation."

The voice wasn't impassioned; it even carried a detached and weary air, as if it had seen through the ways of the world. Yet, every word seemed to contain the supreme Daoist rhyme that could paint the world with ink and reverse the universe: "You killed my disciple—"

The voice paused slightly, as if sighing, or perhaps stating something.

"Do you dare to fight me in the depths of the East China Sea?"

Deep in the East China Sea.

Hundreds of millions of miles away from the old continent, nearing the edge of the infamous "Sea of ​​Mist," a place even True Lords fear.

The space there is fragile, and the laws are chaotic; it is a true battlefield where one can act without restraint.

The reason why True Lord Fu Shui chose that place as the battlefield for the True Lord God War is self-evident.

Upon hearing this, Zuo Qingqiu's exquisite face remained expressionless, showing neither sorrow nor joy, neither surprise nor anger.

With just four simple words, he clearly uttered: "Why not?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't even glance at anyone below her again. Instead, she raised her right hand, extended her index finger, and casually drew a line in the air in front of her.

The movements were light and casual, like a child drawing a mark on the sand with a pen.

then