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

Qingzhou Lingxiao, Headquarters.

A deathly silence.

On the crystal disc, the image is frozen on the ruins of the Lingyuan Sect.

The earth sank thirty feet, the mountains shattered, the palaces vanished, and the crimson-gold figure in the sky.

Everyone stared blankly at the screen, their minds completely blank.

What did they see?

The Five Elements Formation, jointly set up by five ancestors at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, was shattered by the Empress's palm strike.

The two patriarchs died on the spot, one was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and the other two went missing.

The entire Lingyuan Sect mountain range was forcibly pressed down by thirty feet.

An ancient sect, with a legacy spanning ten thousand years, just like that... gone?

"This...this..."

An old man in a purple Taoist robe opened his mouth, but could not utter a complete sound.

His lips were trembling, his hands were trembling, and his whole body was trembling.

It's not because of fear.

It was because it was so shocking.

A profound and shocking experience.

"Five peak Nascent Soul cultivators... just like that... dead?"

Another middle-aged man in a blue long gown muttered to himself, his face filled with disbelief.

A half-step Nascent Soul Peak!

That's an existence that's almost at the Nascent Soul stage!

In today's world, it's practically an invincible symbol!

But even when the five of them joined forces, they couldn't withstand a single palm strike from the Empress.

"The Empress... just how powerful is she?"

Someone asked with difficulty.

The old Taoist stared intently at the crimson-gold figure in the image, remaining silent for a very long time.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

We were wrong.

Everyone looked at him.

"We always thought that the difference between those at the half-step Nascent Soul stage wouldn't be too great."

The old Taoist's eyes were filled with complex emotions. "After all, they are all limited by the environment of heaven and earth and cannot break through to the true Nascent Soul stage."

Even if there is a difference in strength, it's at most a 50/50 or 60/40 split.

He paused, then continued:

"But what about that palm strike from the Empress just now...?"

"That's not a power that a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator could possess."

"That is... the power that has already touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage."

"It's even possible that... they've already stepped halfway in."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

Stepping into the Nascent Soul stage?

But in the current environment, isn't the highest realm only allowed to be the Golden Core Perfection?

"Reincarnated person".

Ye Li suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat hoarse, "The Empress is a reincarnation."

"Her realm, her power, and her path cannot be measured by ordinary standards."

She looked at Wu Minghuang in the picture with eyes full of awe.

"These reincarnated, peerless figures are truly terrifying."

"Their strength is far beyond what can be perceived by ordinary standards."

Everyone fell silent.

They recalled the records about the Empress's past life—

That peerless empress who ruled China for five hundred years, commanded all sects, and suppressed all who dared to disobey.

Her strength, her methods, and her authority are beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.

She has been reincarnated, and although limited by the environment, she can only exert the cultivation of a Golden Core cultivator at its peak, her Dao, her methods, her combat experience, her control over power...

All of these far exceed the limits of this era.

Therefore, she was able to kill five peak half-step Nascent Soul cultivators with a single palm strike.

Therefore, she was able to wipe out an ancient sect with a single palm strike.

"Is this the power of a reincarnated being...?"

Someone murmured to themselves, their voice filled with awe.

At this moment, in the scene, Wu Minghuang is suspended 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.

"So what if I'm only half a Nascent Soul cultivator? So what if I have five patriarchs?"

Her voice was clearly transmitted to Lingxiao Pavilion through the Sky Eye system.

"If I displease the Holy Master, I will still kill him!"

Holy Teacher.

These two words again.

All eyes turned to Ye Li and Lin Xiaoman.

They remembered that the Empress had said that Chen Xuan was her holy teacher and her Daoist partner.

"The Empress... does she really care about Chen Xuan that much?" someone asked with difficulty.

Ye Li nodded.

"She cares."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty: "She cares so much that she's willing to expose her own weaknesses to avenge her husband."

"She cared so much that she was willing to destroy an ancient sect just to tell everyone that Master was her Daoist partner, and anyone who touched Master was touching her."

Everyone fell silent.

They suddenly remembered something.

The Empress's palm strike just now utilized the illusory image of the Imperial Seal and the Five Elements Dao.

These are all her trump cards.

It was her trump card used to suppress all those who resisted when she was in charge of the cultivation world in her previous life.

But today, for Chen Xuan's sake, she revealed all of these trump cards.

Just because Chen Xuan might be unhappy?

"this......."

Someone opened their mouth, wanting to say something, but found that they couldn't say anything.

What can they say?

Is the Empress too impulsive?

Is it true that the Empress shouldn't have destroyed an ancient sect for the sake of one person?

But they dared not.

Because they knew that the Empress never needed a reason to do things.

If she's happy, she'll do it.

If I'm not happy, I won't do it.

It's that simple.

"Chen Xuan..."

The aged Taoist priest spoke slowly, his voice filled with complexity, "Who exactly is he? Who could make the Empress go to such lengths for him?"

No one answered.

Because nobody knows.

All they knew was that from this day forward, the name Chen Xuan would resound throughout the entire land of China.

It wasn't because of his ability.

It was because he was the Empress's Daoist partner.

He is the one whom the Empress would protect at all costs.

The key is.

These two are both incredibly powerful individuals; they can wipe out an entire sect at the slightest disagreement. Who would dare to provoke them?

The ruins of Lingyuan Sect.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the land, which had sunk thirty feet, was revealed. Broken rocks, severed spiritual veins, and remnants of buildings were scattered all over the ground, as if the entire mountain range had been forcibly pressed into the earth's crust by a giant hand.

Wu Minghuang hovered in mid-air, her crimson-gold dress fluttering gently in the wind. She glanced down at the ruins, her eyes calm and undisturbed.

The matter has been resolved.

The Lingyuan Sect was destroyed. The five patriarchs were either dead or injured, and the remaining disciples either fled or surrendered.

It's time to go back.

There are still a lot of things waiting for her to handle in southern Xinjiang.

She turned around, ready to leave.

But just then—

"Martial Phoenix!!!"

A roar filled with extreme resentment and madness suddenly came from the depths of the ruins.

The voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and every word was filled with intense hatred, as if the speaker wanted to chew up and swallow those three words.

Wu Minghuang stopped and slowly turned around.

She saw an old man, covered in blood and dressed in tattered clothes, crawl out from a pile of rubble deep in the ruins.

It is Master Qingyang.

The sect leader of Lingyuan Sect was in a sorry state at this moment.

His left arm was broken, there was a bloody hole the size of a bowl in his chest, and half of his face was burned, revealing the bare white bones.

But he's not dead yet.

He stared intently at Wu Minghuang, his once clear eyes now bloodshot, filled with resentment, anger, and a near-mad despair.