Chapter 1748. The last disciple of the Jutian Sect sensed the will of their master

“Merely ants, overestimating themselves. The power of the High Priest is not something ordinary people can even imagine.”

In the extramundane universe, Wuyang confronted the obsession of the Patriarch of the Slant Moon Sect, unwilling to step in to help. Witnessing this scene, he couldn’t help but reveal a hint of disdain.

The reason the High Priest could become a High Priest was that they could communicate with part of the power sealed within the Coffin of the End Times. Even across distant spacetime and countless universes, they could wield power unimaginable to ordinary cultivators.

According to Wuyang, the High Priest could even borrow the power of the being buried and sealed in the Coffin of the End Times. Even a mere wisp of it was capable of world-destroying might.

Pfft…

A mist of blood exploded in midair. The Patriarch of the Slant Moon Sect roared, engaging in a final desperate battle. His entire body glowed, burning all life around him. But it was all in vain. Even before contact was made, his body collapsed and disintegrated, turning into a sky full of blood mist and rain of light, perishing on the spot.

This scene was utterly hopeless, like a moth flying into a flame—incinerated before even reaching it.

Many elders and disciples of the Slant Moon Sect cried out in grief. Most of them were filled with despair and thoughts of death. Against such a terrifying existence, resistance was impossible.

In the depths of the heavens, spacetime tore apart, ripples spreading, the Dao eroding. A hand, jade-like and luminous, slowly descended. Its terrifying pressure made everyone gasp for air, their bones cracking under the strain.

Many could not move, their legs weakening, collapsing to the ground in submission.

Within the black mist, a gentle woman smiled slightly, her eyes shimmering. One of her hands remained hidden within her sleeve, not even lifted. Her action was so casual, so simple, as if a ruler of heaven and earth were punishing the ants of the mortal world.

Within the Slant Moon Sect, despair reigned. All the elders and disciples felt no trace of life, as if enveloped in the cold of midwinter, shrouded in the shadow of death.

In the distance, the sect’s forebears, restrained by countless dark creatures, also glared in rage, crying out in despair.

Many tried to rush forward but were watched by the opponent, unable to act. They could only watch helplessly as the jade hand descended, ready to refine and absorb the entire Slant Moon Mountain.

Gu Xian’er’s expression shifted. She bit her lip, preparing to risk everything. Her power was too low; ordinary methods were useless. Even reaching the Dao Realm at that moment was like being an ant.

So she could only place her last hope on that name, faint and unreachable in the vastness of fate.

Boom!

At that moment, a tremendous roar shook the heavens and earth. A black-and-white fist imprint appeared, its glorious light covering the sky, striking the jade hand.

In the heavens, yin and yang energies swirled, drifting and rotating like a taiji symbol. A figure appeared: disheveled, wearing tattered clothes, mud-streaked hair obscuring her face, yet her eyes were astonishingly clear and bright.

“Crazy old woman…!” Gu Xian’er exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.

All the elders and disciples of the Slant Moon Sect were equally shocked, mouths agape, frozen like statues.

Who would have thought that the usually mad, incoherent, and ill-omened old woman would act at this critical moment?

She had not left the Slant Moon Sect but remained here.

Many were instantly thrilled, recalling the various rumors about her. Though occasionally incoherent, her strength was undeniable. Even the old forebears had been casually flung millions of miles by her.

“That senior is still here. Her strength is unfathomable. Perhaps we still have a chance.”

“Wonderful…”

Several elders were filled with excitement, seeing a glimmer of hope amid despair, nearly brought to tears.

Others felt guilty. They had once considered expelling this mad old woman from the Slant Moon Sect. If not for her overwhelming power, many might have acted against her.

Yet now, in the sect’s moment of life-and-death crisis, she stood up to face the enemy, protecting the Slant Moon Sect, returning kindness for ingratitude.

This deepened their sense of guilt.

“I knew she would stay. This is the site of the Jutian Sect’s ruins. How could she leave so easily?”

In the distance, Song Yu, protected by Uncle Lan, glanced with a flicker in his eyes, recalling many recorded rumors.

The Jutian Sect should have long since been destroyed by the passage of time. Everything related to it had been erased, including records and scriptures.

Yet, unexpectedly, he had learned a fair amount about the Jutian Sect’s secrets from certain ruins and inscriptions.

Perhaps disciples of the Jutian Sect still survived in the world.

Because the inscriptions and ruins he had obtained, as well as some handwritten records, were left by later generations, they clearly described the Jutian Sect encountering misfortune and forbidden calamities, as if recorded by eyewitnesses.

Now, he became increasingly convinced that the mad old woman before him was the very person who had left these handwritten records. She was the only surviving disciple of the Jutian Sect in the world.

Moreover, the dark creatures attacking the Slant Moon Sect clearly had a purpose. Song Yu suspected that they were also connected to the Jutian Sect. It seemed that some among the dark creatures were aware of the secrets of the sect.

Song Yu’s heart grew heavier. The situation was far more complicated than he had imagined. Now, not only the Patheon Alliance but even the dark creatures were intervening, coveting the hidden treasures of the Jutian Sect.

The mad old woman spoke little. Emerging from the mountain peak, her robes billowed, she swung her fists with grand, sweeping movements. Her martial arts were sharp and explosive; brilliant light illuminated the heavens. Black-and-white energies flowed around her, forming phenomena like the cycle of yin and yang. In that moment, she seemed fully lucid. Her strikes were precise and forceful, like a Supreme Demon Subduer, or even like a blazing sun rising, unstoppable and overwhelming.

The entire universe was filled with piercing light from her fists. The fierce energy made bodies ache, and minds threaten to shatter.

Her hunched, emaciated frame now seemed to radiate a pearly glow, her skin becoming luminous and full.

As the fist imprint ascended, strange lines appeared around her—threads of causality, yet resembling chains of Jutian, containing terrifying sealing and restraining power.

The jade hand that had been descending from the heavens was now blocked, unable to fall a single inch.

In the void where the two collided, rules and Dao methods silently eroded, as if a cosmic explosion had occurred. Images of creation and destruction, chaos and dissolution, appeared, filling all who witnessed them with awe and terror.

A soft sound came from the dark mist, the gentle woman slightly surprised. She lifted her hand again, exerting force, descending steadily. She had not expected anyone to be able to block her strike.

However, it was futile; it would not cause any significant change.

Boom!

As the gentle woman struck again, the Slant Moon Sect was once more engulfed in shadow. Mountains and islands rumbled and rose from the earth; fissures split the ground. Hidden ley lines and spiritual springs were swept away; ancient trees and immortal vines were annihilated, seized by her.

The mad old woman’s robes still billowed. Her figure rose against the heavens, black-and-white energies swirling around her.

Her bright eyes seemed to contain a sun and a great moon, interweaving light and shadow, yin and yang, the cycles of countless worlds reflected in her fist light.

This strike was overwhelmingly domineering and scorching. As it ascended, the entire sky and universe trembled, meeting the jade hand with thunderous force.

The elders and disciples of the Slant Moon Sect held their breath, watching in shock and awe.

Endless light erupted, like eternal daylight suspended in the sky. Countless principles of the Dao scattered, millions of rays collided.

Even the gentle woman could not help but slightly lift her delicate, beautiful eyebrows, growing more astonished, then pressed down once more. The terrifying, immense force reached its absolute peak.

Pfft…

In the next moment, the mad old woman trembled. Something was wrong with her state. Her previously clear eyes now showed a tinge of turbidity, and a streak of blood dripped from her mouth.

All the disciples and elders of the Slant Moon Sect shivered. Could even this mysterious senior not withstand the attack?

“Is there really such a figure hidden here? Incredible.”

Wuyang’s gaze was cold. He had not expected that the Slant Moon Sect concealed such a powerhouse, capable of blocking the High Priest of Lishuang.

Yet, nothing about this was unexpected. Once the High Priest chose to strike, everything had already been predetermined.

“Strange… this person’s state is off. Her cultivation fluctuates between powerful and weak, and her methods are unusual…”

Within the black mist, the gentle woman murmured to herself, frowning slightly. “Could this be the reason the young lady instructed? It seems the Slant Moon Sect hides many secrets.”

Meanwhile, the mad old woman within the sect changed again. The clarity in her eyes was now tinged with murkiness, and suddenly a faint gray line appeared.

The gray line spread from her eyes, thread by thread, expanding continuously, forming something like a cocoon around her.

Her tangled long hair whipped about, and her wrinkled, blotched face was filled with thick gray substance. Her once frail, emaciated body suddenly grew taller and stronger.

Thousands of gray threads, following the swing of her fist light, seemed to come alive, surging toward the descending jade hand.

A strange, extreme sound resonated across heaven and earth, as if the Dao were being burned, the heavens restrained, and the ages decaying.

Pop… pop… pop…

Around the mad old woman, crystalline flowers of the Dao blossomed, spinning slowly. The radiant white petals, however, were decaying. The heavens and earth seemed to turn to ash.

Her fist light seemed imbued with the power of decaying time, causing all matter before her to collapse and disintegrate into endless gray dust.

The gentle woman furrowed her brows even more deeply as she looked at a gray blood hole silently appearing in her palm. The edges of the wound were blurred, stained with the gray substance. About the size of a walnut, it rapidly spread outward, threatening to corrode her entire arm.

Above in the heavens, the hand she had manifested also suffered the same fate—it was pierced through by the mad old woman’s fist.

A horrifying hole appeared in the center of her palm. Dense black mist rose, entangling and colliding with the strange gray substance. Where the two met, it was like ice meeting fire; the void silently vanished.

She had never seen anything like this before. Her brows knitted tightly. In the past, the dark matter that could terrify all beings and make the myriad worlds retreat had always been unstoppable, yet now it had encountered resistance. Its invincible might had been halted.

Although she had initially dismissed the matter lightly, this was still astonishing—unbelievable.

The scene also shocked all the elders and disciples of the Slant Moon Sect. Their eyes widened in astonishment, and their hearts surged with excitement.

The hand above the heavens gradually crumbled. As the bloody hole appeared, gray cracks spread, accelerating its collapse.

Gu Xian’er and the others watched in disbelief. No one had expected the mad old woman to be so powerful. Her extraordinarily bizarre methods could counteract the dark matter itself.

“Impossible…”

In Wuyang’s deep, serene eyes, shock and disbelief swirled. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. He almost spoke aloud. The methods of the High Priest of Lishuang had actually been blocked—something he had never witnessed before. It was unprecedented, truly incredible.

Boom!

A tremendous shock reverberated, shaking the entire Slant Moon Mountain. The mad old woman did not stop. Between her wide robes, a dazzling portal appeared.

All the mountains and ruins began flying toward it. She was refining the entire Slant Moon Mountain, intent on taking every flower, every blade of grass.

Even Gu Xian’er and the others could no longer control themselves, struggling to stand as they were drawn into the folds of her robes. Her robes transformed into a series of brand-new, mysterious worlds, absorbing everything from the Slant Moon Sect.

Even the disciples and elders confronting the dark creatures in the distance were no exception, as if gripped by an invisible hand and swept into the portal.

The mad old woman’s true form grew incomprehensibly vast, as if even the heavens and earth could barely contain her. Standing in the universe, a single strand of her disheveled hair was thicker than a star. Her gaze shifted from clear to murky, sometimes covered in gray.

At the sight of this, the smile on the gentle woman’s face vanished. She became cold, her killing intent now visible.

Between her delicate palms, black mist condensed. Behind her, a grand palace began to take shape. Within the palace seemed to stand something—a coffin wrapped in endless bloodlight, stretching across the space.

The coffin was hazy and indistinct, yet it exuded an aura of abyssal nightmare, capable of crushing the heavens, shattering time and stars.

In this vast universe, countless cultivators and beings sensed the scene, trembling in terror. Their souls felt icy, frozen to the extreme.

The hazy coffin was unbearable to look at directly. Many powerful existences attempted to peer inside, but recoiled in horror, their eyes exploding and black blood spilling forth in grotesque streams.

“Ants, daring to oppose Heaven’s will…”

“We act on Heaven’s behalf. Our will is Heaven itself.”

The gentle woman’s gaze was cold. Her voice was solemn and ancient, like an omnipotent deity speaking prophecy.

At that moment, boundless might surged from her body—unimaginable, ineffable, indescribable.

Even Wuyang and all the dark creatures could not help but feel overwhelming reverence, as if compelled to kneel and pay obeisance.

Boom!

She waved her delicate hand. Time and space roared as she pointed from afar toward the mad old woman, intending to utterly annihilate her into dust.

The sheer terror of her power was beyond comprehension, saturating every inch of the void. All visible matter was instantly obliterated, evaporated, impossible to exist.

This was true world-destroying power, the supreme truth and might, beyond the understanding of any Dao Realm cultivator.

At that moment, billions of miles of spacetime were engulfed in light. Endless black radiance, like the eternal light of annihilation, crushed all of time and space.

Sweeping across past, present, and future, it truly erased everything.

From other universes’ perspectives, it appeared as if the area was flooded with terrifying bloodlight, saturating every corner of spacetime. It was like divine pillars of punishment falling from the depths of the heavens, destroying the world, erasing all existence.

The might was terrifying and despair-inducing, like the true end of a frigid, apocalyptic winter.

Even Wuyang and all the dark creatures trembled in fear, not daring to meet her gaze.

This was the power of the High Priest. When ordinary methods fail, they draw upon the authority of “acting on Heaven’s behalf.”

The terror of this power could only be understood by witnessing it firsthand. It was beyond any ordinary cultivator’s capacity to resist.

For this reason, all dark creatures held this existence in extreme fanaticism and reverence.

After a long time, all the light faded. The Slant Moon Sect’s original universe was reduced to void, nonexistent in past, present, or future—nothing remained.

The gentle woman still stood beneath the paper umbrella, quietly observing, her face thoughtful.

The maid holding the umbrella softly said, “My lady, it seems she successfully escaped.”

Hearing this, Wuyang, rushing to report back, was stunned, unable to believe it. Under these circumstances, the mad old woman had actually escaped? The method was beyond comprehension.

“She did not escape by her own power. Among the Slant Moon Sect, there is someone very unusual,” the gentle woman said, shaking her head. Her exquisite face showed a trace of confusion. “And, I seem to have faintly sensed some of the master’s will.”

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