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

Chapter 133: She is a fairy, and also an empress.

Faced with this supreme divine power that could change the world and seemed to turn the entire East China Sea into a corner of its ink painting, Zuo Qingqiu's expression remained unchanged.

She simply stood there quietly, letting her long, flowing black hair fly wildly in the turbulent flow of spiritual energy caused by the manifestation of her supernatural powers.

The next moment, the immortal energy within his body circulated, and his Daoist hair bun automatically unfurled, securing his three thousand strands of black hair with a hair crown, tying them into a neat and tidy high ponytail at the back of his head, with a few stray strands brushing against his fair and jade-like forehead and cheeks.

Immediately afterwards, countless intricate and mysterious purplish-black lightning patterns suddenly lit up on the black Taoist robe she was wearing.

The lightning patterns flowed, intertwined, and spread like living things, instantly covering the entire body and quickly "materializing" and "manifesting".

Click.

Click.

Click.

With a crisp, clear sound like divine metal being forged and jade being inlaid, a set of majestic, imposing, and perfectly fitting purplish-black full-body armor instantly covered her body.

The armor features sleek and sharp lines. The shoulder guards, breastplate, skirt armor, and boots are all engraved with ancient thunder patterns and ferocious beast designs. The joints are connected to the chainmail with supple and precious immortal materials, ensuring both flexibility and defense.

The armor was a deep purplish-black color, neither gold nor jade, with liquid lightning slowly flowing within it, exuding a terrifying aura that suppressed all evil and destroyed all laws, as well as an imperial majesty that made him the only one who was supreme.

Thunder Emperor Armor.

Donning the armor, Zuo Qingqiu's demeanor instantly changed.

She transformed from a peerless fairy with aloof and otherworldly beauty into an unparalleled empress who commands the thunder of the heavens and conquers the eight wastelands and six directions.

He was dashing and imposing.

She made a grasping motion in the air with her right hand.

"Clang!"

A clear, resounding gunshot, seemingly capable of tearing the universe apart, exploded from the void.

She held in her palm a dark purple spear, twelve feet long, with a thunder dragon pattern coiled around its shaft and a cold glint flickering at its tip, a ferocious spear that seemed capable of piercing through time and space.

The gun vibrated, emitting an excited buzz, and streaks of purplish-black lightning shot from the tip, ionizing the surrounding void and creating tiny black holes.

Demon-Slaying Spear.

Her natal magic weapon, a deadly treasure that accompanied her in her conquests, drinking the blood of demons and monsters.

With the gun in her hand, she simply waved it to the side.

"laugh"

A massive spatial rift, tens of thousands of feet long, with smooth, mirror-like edges, a dark and deep interior, and emanating a terrifying suction force, was easily sliced ​​out by the tip of the spear.

On the other side of the rift, turbulent spatial currents and chaotic scenes could be vaguely seen.

With a casual strike, one can tear apart tens of thousands of feet of space; this is the power of a True Monarch wielding his natal magic weapon.

At the same time, about a hundred feet above Zuo Qingqiu's head, the void rippled out like water, quickly "collapsed" and "converged", forming a void thunder pool with a diameter of more than a thousand feet, which was entirely composed of liquid, boiling, and destructive purplish-black lightning.

Within the Void Thunder Pool, lightning danced wildly like dragons and snakes, and thunder roared like war drums, emanating an aura of annihilation that could change the very fabric of the world.

Finally, behind her, the void twisted violently, and a towering phantom, with an indistinct face, wearing a flat crown, an imperial robe, surrounded by countless thick thunder dragons, standing on a sea of ​​thunder, and holding a thunder halberd, slowly emerged.

The illusory image solidified, the emperor's might was like a prison, and wherever the gaze fell, it seemed as if ten thousand thunderbolts submitted and all evils were repelled.

It is the manifestation of her Yin Thunder Fruit Dao Principles, symbolizing the supreme power of the Thunder Emperor.

He tied his ponytail high, wore the Thunder Emperor Armor, held the Demon-Slaying Spear, and hovered in the void above the Thunder Pool, revealing the phantom of the Thunder Emperor.

Faced with the astonishing abilities of Fu Shui Zhenjun—who could conjure soldiers with ink, create galaxies, and write divine inscriptions—Zuo Qingqiu instantly revealed the supreme majesty of a Yin Lei Guowei Zhenjun, displaying the ultimate killing power.

One side, a world of ink and wash, endlessly evolving, sealing off the void.

On one side, thunder raged, shattering all laws, and reigned supreme over the world.

The two True Lords had not yet truly clashed; the mere clash of their auras from a distance had already caused the East Sea, spanning millions of miles, to boil and go berserk.

The sea surged backward, the sky hung low, the laws of nature wailed, and space itself distorted.

The next moment—

The real clash has begun.

The life-or-death struggle between two True Monarch-level beings was far beyond the scope of what ordinary cultivators could observe or understand.

That was not a simple clash of magical power or a battle of supernatural abilities, but a fierce collision of "Dao" at its most fundamental level.

Erosion, annihilation, and reorganization.

It is a fierce battle between the Yin Thunder Dao and the Fu Water Dao at the level of the laws of heaven and earth, in order to compete for a higher level of "dominance" and "manifestation".

Their battlefield appears to be limited to the vast expanse of the East China Sea, spanning millions of miles.

But in the struggle for the ultimate truth, even a small change can have far-reaching consequences.

The two True Lords, who hold a portion of the power of heaven and earth, exerted their full strength. The intense conflict and spread of their Daoist aura was like two giant mountains being thrown into a calm lake. The resulting ripples and waves would inevitably sweep across the entire "Net of Laws" related to them.

The Old Earth Continent, as the main "soil" where the Great Dao manifested, was the first to suffer the terrifying aftershocks of this Great Dao conflict.

At this very moment, all things related to "ink painting" on the entire Old Earth Continent underwent a strange and terrifying transformation.

First, there are text and images.

Whether it's the calligraphy and paintings in an ordinary person's study, the scriptures and talismans written with spiritual ink in a cultivator's cave, or the portraits of patriarchs hanging in the main hall of a sect—

At this moment, all the ink marks on any information carrier that uses "ink painting" as a medium come to life.

The ink stains, like strange insects with independent lives, "struggle" to detach, bulge, and wriggle from the surface of paper and silk.

The ink characters twisted and deformed, transforming into countless tiny, pitch-black "word insects" exuding an ominous aura. Like a black tide, they surged out from all directions, indiscriminately attacking all living beings nearby.

They do not bite the flesh, but rather, like maggots clinging to bones, they frantically burrow into the seven orifices and pores of living beings, attempting to invade the sea of ​​consciousness and devour intelligence, memory, and the origin of the soul.

Those invaded by a large number of "word bugs" will suffer from mental confusion and memory loss at best, and soul depletion at worst, turning them into walking corpses.

The ink marks depicting mountains, figures, birds, beasts, and objects in those portraits seem to have been imbued with a distorted vitality, as if they have all "walked" out of the two-dimensional plane.

They transformed into bizarre and varied "ink monsters," existing between ink-wash phantoms and solid flesh, constantly flowing and changing, exuding an aura of chaos and madness.

These monsters vary in strength; the weaker ones may only be equivalent to Qi Refining cultivators, while the stronger ones can even reach the Purple Mansion level.

They have no reason, only the instinct to destroy and devour. They rampage wildly in towns, mountains, and sect strongholds, killing people and destroying things in sight.

What's even more terrifying is that these "ink-wash monsters" are extremely difficult to kill completely.

Ordinary physical attacks and magical spells have little effect on them.

After they are scattered, they often turn into a puddle of ink, which can quickly reform.

Only with pure spiritual power, specific exorcising abilities, or attacks containing the power of the Great Dao can it be truly "purified".

Whenever a terrifying "ink monster" is successfully killed and purified by a cultivator, a strange crystal—ink stone—about the size of a fingernail, jet black and lustrous, containing pure ink Daoist charm, is often left at its core.

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