Published: January 17, 2025
Unexpectedly, she's still alive.
The Primordial Ancestral Dragon widened his eyes, staring intently at the ten-tailed phantom fox.
From the Ancestral True Dragon, he learned that a part of his being had once pursued the ten-tailed phantom fox, fighting fiercely against numerous Chaos Demon Gods for the sake of a single tail of hers, and ultimately spilling blood across the universe.
Who would have thought that countless epochs later, the ten-tailed phantom fox would still be alive?
The Primordial Ancestral Dragon examined the ten-tailed phantom fox closely. He had to admit, she truly deserved to be considered one of the most enchanting existences among the top three thousand Chaos Demon Gods of that era. After billions of years, her figure remained impeccable, her beauty still striking, and her allure as captivating as ever.
"She is undoubtedly the woman my ancestor favored back then."
As he continued to gaze, two puddles suddenly formed on the ground; it turned out the Primordial Ancestral Dragon had drooled.
Bang! Suddenly, a fist struck the Primordial Ancestral Dragon on the head.
"Damn it, who hit me?"
The Blood River Saint Ancestor scolded angrily while waving his fist, "It's me, you old lecher! Still staring at women at a time like this? Do you believe I’ll reveal all your disgraceful deeds to the Ancestral True Dragon of the True Dragon Tribe?"
"You old fossil, not only do you strike me, but you also dare to threaten me!"
The Primordial Ancestral Dragon raged, "Have you eaten dragon liver and phoenix gall?"
Boom! A terrifying true dragon aura surged into the sky.
"Shut up!"
The Blood River Saint Ancestor furiously shouted, "I don't have time to chat with you. Can't you see that the lady is still in danger?"
Upon hearing this, the Primordial Ancestral Dragon fell silent, his gaze immediately shifting beyond the chaotic world.
Outside, Qin Chen floated in the void, shrouded by endless dark chains.
The moment those endless dark chains enveloped him, the mysterious rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand suddenly appeared, unleashing a terrifying sword qi that soared into the sky. An expansive sword dao rule spread throughout the heavens and earth, and simultaneously, Qin Chen's mysterious rusty sword cleaved forth with an astonishing Sword River.
Sword Art of the Six Realms of Reincarnation.
After seeing Sisi, Qin Chen didn’t even entertain the thought of saying a word to the High Priest; he only wanted to be with Sisi. In front of someone as cunning and ruthless as the High Priest, Qin Chen had no desire to waste any words.
At the moment the six realms of reincarnation sword qi was unleashed, a towering sword light was formed, and countless sword intents burst forth, flying out from the mysterious rusty sword. Qin Chen's six realms of reincarnation sword technique had already blended various sword intents from the Heaven-Piercing Sword Pavilion, along with his own mastery of origin divine ability.
Once unleashed, as long as it wasn't obstructed, that vast sword qi would be endless.
The High Priest, having witnessed Qin Chen's strength before, knew that his power was absolutely not weaker than that of a late-stage supreme. However, compared to her, a being who had lived through countless epochs, he was still far from enough.
But at this moment, when she truly felt the might of Qin Chen's sword qi, she understood that his strength was far beyond her imagination.
This sword was undoubtedly a world-shattering strike, capable of destroying the heavens and earth.
With a loud boom, the dark chains that enveloped Qin Chen were completely cleaved away in an instant, including the dark chain on Qin Chen's shoulder, which burst apart directly.
At this moment, Qin Chen was shrouded in sword qi, resembling a transcendent sword deity.
Under Qin Chen's command, countless dense sword qi surged towards the High Priest like a storm.
The High Priest was instantly startled, her expression changing dramatically.
She had never seen anyone capable of controlling every sword qi they unleashed, allowing the sword qi to form a formation to trap their opponent.