The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Before the words were even finished.

"Boom!!!"

The entire Lingyuan Sect mountain range began to tremble as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting.

It is neither a cave nor a mountain peak.

There are five!

The four side peaks surrounding the main peak, as well as the core of the earth vein directly below the main peak, simultaneously erupted with terrifying auras!

Five beams of spiritual energy, visible to the naked eye, shot into the sky!

Each beam of light was hundreds of feet thick and had a different color.

Green, red, white, black, and yellow correspond to the five elements!

The beam of light pierced through the clouds, dyeing the entire sky with vibrant colors!

"Snap!"

On the east side of the main peak, a bronze temple that had been sealed for thousands of years suddenly exploded.

An old man dressed in a blue Taoist robe stepped out of the air.

His beard and hair were all black, and his face was withered, but he exuded a rich wood spirit. Wherever he went, grass and trees grew wildly, and withered trees came back to life.

With each step he took, a blue lotus bloomed beneath his feet.

Ancestor Qingmu, a half-step Nascent Soul peak cultivator, specializes in wood-based divine abilities!

"Bang!"

On the west side of the main peak, a crimson crater erupts with lava.

An old man, shirtless and covered in flame patterns, slowly rose from the lava.

His hair was like fire, his eyes were like torches, and his breath was filled with scorching flames.

Crimson Flame Ancestor, a half-step Nascent Soul Peak cultivator, specializes in fire-based divine abilities!

"Clang!"

On the south side of the main peak, a blinding white light tore through the void.

An old man dressed in a white sword robe and carrying seven long swords emerged from the sword light.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes were like swords, and he was like a peerless divine weapon drawn from its sheath.

Ancestor Bai Feng, a half-step Nascent Soul peak cultivator, specializes in metal-based swordsmanship!

"Ugh!"

On the north side of the main peak, towering waves surge in the Black Water Cold Pool.

An old man dressed in black robes, surrounded by black water, rose from the bottom of the pool.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were cold and sinister, and the air seemed to freeze wherever he went.

Ancestor Xuan Shui, a half-step Nascent Soul peak cultivator, specializes in water-based supernatural abilities!

At last!

"Thump!"

Directly below the main peak, a deep rumble came from the depths of the earth's veins.

A deep, bottomless crack appeared in the earth, and an old man dressed in an earth-yellow Taoist robe, with a hunched back, slowly rose from the crack.

With each step he took, a small mountain rose from the ground, and his body exuded a heavy, mountain-like pressure—the Thick Earth Ancestor, a half-step Nascent Soul peak cultivator, specializing in earth-based divine abilities!

The five patriarchs emerged from seclusion simultaneously!

Azure, red, white, black, and yellow pillars of spiritual energy intertwined behind them, transforming into a Five Elements Array that covered the entire mountain range!

The pressure was so strong that the space within a hundred miles trembled!

All the Golden Core elders collapsed to the ground, unable to even lift their heads!

Even the sect leader, Qingyang Zhenren, felt short of breath, as if a mountain of five elements was pressing down on his chest!

"The five patriarchs..."

Master Qingyang knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, pleading, "Please, Ancestor, do justice for my Lingyuan Sect!"

The five patriarchs hovered in the air, their gazes simultaneously falling on Wu Minghuang in front of the mountain gate.

Their eyes were calm.

As calm as if looking at an ant.

"The Empress."

Ancestor Aoki spoke slowly, his voice aged yet carrying an undeniable authority, "You've gone too far."

"Lingyuan Sect is not a place where you can run wild."

"Old Ancestor Crimson Flame added, his voice filled with burning anger."

"They killed our sect's holy maiden, blocked our sect's gates, and now they want to force us to close our sect for a hundred years?"

Ancestor Bai Feng sneered, "Wu Minghuang, do you really think that your title of Empress in your past life can intimidate everyone?"

"today."

The voice of the Xuan Shui Ancestor was icy cold: "You either kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, or you stay here forever."

Choose.

The Old Ancestor Hou Tu concluded, his voice as deep and resonant as the earth itself.

Five peak Nascent Soul cultivators at the half-step stage!

Each one is infinitely close to a true Nascent Soul, but they are unable to break through due to the limitations of the environment!

Such a lineup, in today's world, is enough to sweep across the entire land!

Wu Minghuang looked at them, her face expressionless.

She simply raised her right hand slowly, facing the sky, and gently clenched it.

"Buzz!"

A deep humming sound rang out.

Suddenly, a huge golden sun appeared in the void behind her.

The sun disc slowly rotates, its surface flowing with ancient imperial patterns, each line radiating an aura of supreme authority.

That is--

Empress Jinlun!

In his previous life, he ruled the cultivation world for five hundred years, commanding all sects and suppressing all disobedient imperial artifact phantoms!

"Five peak Nascent Soul cultivators at the half-step stage?"

Wu Minghuang said softly, her voice carrying a hint of mockery.

"With this little strength, you dare to be so insolent in front of me?"

The moment the words fell—

With a flick of her wrist, she gently patted the five patriarchs.

"boom!!!"

That enormous, sun-covering golden hand descended from the heavens once more.

But this time, the palm was no longer simply gold.

A vast star map appeared in the center of the palm.

That is a phantom image of the landscape of China!

At the edge of his palm flowed crimson-gold flames—the Emperor's Flame that could incinerate all things!

Five different colored dragons are wrapped around the five fingers of the palm.

Green Wood Dragon, Red Fire Dragon, Platinum Dragon, Black Water Dragon, and Yellow Earth Dragon correspond to the Five Elements!

This palm strike was no longer a simple act of suppression.

Rather!

The Five Elements return to their origin, the mountains and rivers are restored, and the imperial flames burn the world!

For the first time, the expressions of the five patriarchs changed.

"This is the Imperial Seal?!"

"No! It's the fusion of the Imperial Seal and the Five Elements Dao!"

"How could she possibly...?"

They wanted to escape.

I want to hide.

They wanted to join forces to resist.

But the hand fell too fast.

It was so fast that their thinking couldn't keep up.

"Boom!!!"

The golden palm slammed down hard on the Five Elements Formation.

"Snap!!!"

A crisp cracking sound.

The Five Elements Formation, which was jointly set up by the five patriarchs and was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was as fragile as paper in front of that palm, collapsing inch by inch!

"No!!!"

The five patriarchs simultaneously let out desperate roars.

They frantically burned their lifespan and frantically channeled their spiritual power, trying to block this palm strike.

But that hand was too heavy.

Even with their cultivation at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, they were as insignificant as ants before that power.

"puff!!!"

Old Ancestor Qingmu was the first to give in, spitting out a mouthful of blood as his bones shattered inch by inch.

"ah!!!"

The Crimson Flame Ancestor was ignited by the Emperor's Flame, his entire body transformed into a fireball, and he turned to ashes amidst screams.

"Clang!!!"

Bai Feng, the patriarch, had all seven of his natal swords shatter at the same time, resulting in the death of both the swords and the patriarch.

"Ugh!!!"

Ancestor Xuan Shui was swallowed by the Black Water Dragon before he could even scream.

"Thump!!!"

The Old Ancestor of Thick Earth was suppressed by the Yellow Earth Dragon and forcibly pressed into the depths of the earth's veins, his fate unknown.

One palm strike.

Just one palm strike.

Of the five ancestors at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, two died, one was seriously injured, and two went missing!

The entire Lingyuan Sect mountain range was pressed down by that palm, causing it to sink thirty feet!

All the palaces and pavilions, all the array formations and restrictions, all the spiritual veins and medicinal gardens...

They were all wiped out with a single palm strike!

Smoke and dust filled the air, and pebbles rained down.

When everything calms down—

Lingyuan Sect is gone.

It's not a mountain closure.

It is the extermination of a sect.

Wu Minghuang hovered in mid-air, her crimson-gold dress fluttering gently in the wind.

She looked down at the ruins below, her eyes calm and undisturbed.

Just like what we just destroyed, it wasn't an ancient sect, but an anthill.

"Now."

She spoke slowly, her voice not loud, yet it clearly carried throughout the ruins.

"Is there anyone else who thinks I've gone too far?"