Within the sacred clouds, a sword aura pierced through the heavens and earth, tearing through the dark clouds. A beautiful woman in palace attire carrying an ancient sword flew out. She did not look old, appearing to be only twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. She was tall and slender, with long, sapphire-blue hair, and an air of cold arrogance on her face.
Landing on the ice, she didn't rush towards Elder Wu Aoyu. Instead, she walked to the side of an ice pillar, looked at Qingran who was frozen inside, a tender look in her eyes, and sighed softly.
If anyone were to witness this scene, they would notice that the two women, one outside the ice and one inside, look remarkably alike.
However, the woman outside the ice was slightly more mature. Although she looked young and beautiful, she was actually much older than twenty.
The woman in palace attire extended a finger and pointed it at the icicle.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, the ice melted, revealing Qingran's body.
Moreover, centered on that woman in palace attire, the ice melted rapidly and spread outwards. Soon, the ice within a radius of a hundred miles completely melted, turning back into a body of water.
The power emanating from her was not the true energy cultivated by ordinary martial artists, but holy energy.
As the ice melted, all martial artists whose cultivation had reached the Heavenly Realm slowly awoke.
They leaped out of the water and stood on pieces of floating ice.
Their bodies were still somewhat stiff, and their blood circulation was poor. Only their true energy was gradually recovering, making their bodies warmer.
The previous chill was terrifying; it froze their blood and every muscle tissue in their bodies. If it weren't for a burst of holy power that dispelled the chill, they would probably have frozen to death.
As for those martial artists below the Heavenly Realm, although they have been unfrozen, their bodies have been injured by the cold air, and they are still unconscious.
Upon seeing the beautiful woman in palace attire who had suddenly arrived, Elder Wu Aoyu's pupils contracted, revealing a strange look. He decisively made his move, his five fingers forming a claw shape, and probed towards Wang Hao's heart.
From the tips of its five fingers grew sharp, long white claws, incredibly sharp and exuding a chilling aura.
Elder Wu Aoyu was fast, but the beautiful woman in palace attire was even faster.
She stood a hundred feet away, a cold look in her eyes. She pointed her right index finger forward, and with a whoosh, the holy sword on her back flew out of its sheath, turning into a streak of light and flying towards Elder Wu Aoyu.
"Whoosh!"
The radiance emanating from the holy sword was like lightning and a meteor, emitting a piercing sound as it cut through the air, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to vibrate violently.
Even Elder Wu Aoyu dared not confront that sword head-on, and had to withdraw his claws, abandon his attack on Wang Hao, and move to the side to dodge the attack of the holy sword.
Although Elder Wu Aoyu managed to dodge, Yin Yi was not so lucky.
"puff!"
The holy sword pierced Yin Yi's heart, tearing out the semi-saint's heart that had just been implanted within him. The semi-saint's heart, along with the sword's energy, flew up.
Yin Yi felt a chill in his chest, followed by excruciating pain. Looking down, he saw only a horrifying bloody hole in his chest.
He trembled all over, reaching out to grab the heart of a semi-saint, crying, "My...my semi-saint's heart!"
The semi-saint's heart, shimmering with holy light, flew around once and landed in the hand of the beautiful woman in palace attire, hovering in the palm of her left hand like a dancing piece of blood jade.
The holy sword hovered above her head, scattering specks of light that made her appear exceptionally sacred and dignified.
Yin Yi's face was deathly pale. He trembled as he grabbed Elder Wu Aoyu's arm, his lips shaking uncontrollably, and said, "Elder, please help me retrieve the Heart of a Half-Saint."
Elder Wu Aoyu's face was ashen, and he stared at the beautiful woman in palace attire standing opposite him as if facing a formidable enemy. He shook his head and suddenly shouted, "Let's go."
The opponent was very strong, and Elder Wu Aoyu was somewhat afraid.
With a flick of his sleeve, he enveloped Yin Yi and the Seven Luminaries Envoy in a layer of holy light, and they soared into the dark clouds above the sky.
"Still trying to escape?"
The beautiful woman in palace attire frowned, a hint of disdain in her eyes, and drew her holy sword once more.
"Whoosh!"
The holy sword transformed into a white beam of light, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, soaring into the sky and striking Elder Wu Aoyu, who was trying to escape.
Elder Wu Aoyu stood above the black clouds, suddenly turned around, and the purple crescent mark between his eyebrows appeared, transforming into a huge purple moon, which he slashed towards the holy sword.
"Boom!"
A loud bang.
The holy sword pierced through the purple moon mark with overwhelming force, seemingly able to penetrate everything in the world, and continued flying past, passing through Elder Wu Aoyu's abdomen.
"puff!"
Elder Wu Aoyu's body was sent flying by the holy sword, his black robe was shredded into pieces by the sword energy, revealing a close-fitting silver armor.
At this moment, the silver armor was also pierced by the holy sword, leaving a bloody hole.
Drops of holy blood flowed from the wound.
Elder Wu Aoyu immediately used his holy energy to seal the wound in his abdomen, then used a secret technique to carry Di Yi and the Seven Fiends Envoys away at high speed, disappearing into the horizon.
The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing a clear, bright sky and a blazing sun.
"Whoosh!"
The holy sword, tinged with a bloody light, flew back from the sky and returned to its sheath.
On the River Styx, all the warriors were deeply shocked, looking at the beautiful woman in palace attire with both reverence and awe.
The disciples of the six academies on Tianxing did not recognize the woman in palace attire, but Liu Jinlin and the Old Wine Ghost knew something about her.
"Greetings, Half-Saint."
One of the elders from the six academies, dressed in silver robes, knelt down first and bowed to the beautiful woman in palace attire.
Kneeling and bowing to a semi-saint is not a shameful thing.
Moreover, that beautiful woman in palace attire was so powerful that she injured Wu Aoyu the Old Demon with just one sword strike, and even saved their lives.
They were even more deserving of worship. Subsequently, the martial artists rushed over, all knelt on the ground, and said in unison, "Thank you for saving our lives, Half-Saint."
"Get up!"
The beautiful woman in palace attire appeared extremely aloof, even her voice carried a chill.
Qingran stared in disbelief at the woman who looked remarkably like herself, a feeling of utter absurdity rising within her.
The old drunkard from Dragon and Phoenix Academy walked across the water and stood in front of the beautiful woman in palace attire. A look of surprise appeared in his eyes as he asked, "Senior, are you Qing Liuli?"
Twenty years ago, Qing Liuli and others went to the Underworld Ruins to search for the legendary Underworld Bell, but lost contact with each other, and everyone thought that the group had perished.
The woman in palace attire, Qing Liuli, nodded, and then, seeing Qing Ran not far away, a hint of tenderness appeared in her cold eyes. She said, "Daughter, you have suffered."
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