Daily News: Intercepting the Female Lead at the Start, with a 10,000-fold Return

The oppression of heaven and earth millions of years ago, like an invisible shackle, weighed heavily on her body.

The ancient laws of heaven and earth rejected her, an "anomaly" who did not belong to this era, forcibly suppressing the world-destroying power of a mid-stage Immortal King within her body, limiting it to the realm of a perfect Immortal Lord.

Tantai Qingyi could clearly feel that the circulation of immortal energy within her body had become much more obscure, as if she were wading through a swamp, with every inch of her meridians bearing the heavy pressure of the laws of this era.

But in her clear, autumn-water-like eyes, reflecting the viscous, churning sea of ​​blood below, exuding endless stench and resentment, she felt no ripples or fear.

Her gaze was eerily calm, as if she were looking at a tiny puddle.

Faced with the filthy blood energy surging around her and trying to devour her, Tantai Qingyi didn't even bother to activate any magic spells.

The pure and flawless Taiyin Xuanhua essence within her body seemed to possess a spirit, spontaneously beginning to operate.

An extremely cold and pure moonlight power overflowed from her body, transforming into a thin, transparent moonlight shield on her skin.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Once the surrounding filthy blood and qi touched this thin layer of moonlight shield, it was like ice and snow meeting a raging fire, instantly producing a piercing melting sound and turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

The vengeful spirits hidden in the blood and qi, baring their fangs and wailing mournfully, could not even get close. They were all kept three feet away by the supreme purifying power contained in the Taiyin Xuanchao Origin, and could only hover helplessly and furiously outside the protective barrier.

Tantai Qingyi slowly raised her right arm and opened her fair, jade-like palm.

A very thin, very bright golden thread was wrapped around her fingertip.

This thread is not a physical object, but rather a manifestation of Lu Yuan's divine sense, containing a profound and mysterious power of cause and effect.

Golden threads radiated a warm and resolute light in the darkness. They stretched straight out, piercing through layers of blood mist and deathly aura, pointing precisely to the very center of this River Styx Blood Sea, to the deepest, most unfathomable depths of the ocean.

Looking at the golden divine thought belonging to Lu Yuan at her fingertips, a rare, almost imperceptible tenderness flashed deep in Tantai Qingyi's cold eyes.

"The Stone of Enlightenment of the Old Monster of Samsara lies sunk here."

Tantai Qingyi parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and cold like shattered jade striking ice, and murmured to herself in the dead silence above the sea of ​​blood.

Her tone showed no reverence for the legendary Celestial King, but rather a faint indifference and certainty.

The moment she finished speaking, she didn't hesitate at all.

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, the halo of destiny beneath Tantai Qingyi's feet burst forth with a dazzling silver light, and her figure instantly transformed into a straight silver streak.

This streak of light, with unwavering determination, pierced through the thick, dark red sea below with the most violent force.

"Pfft!"

With a muffled tearing sound, Tantai Qingyi completely disappeared into the Styx Blood Sea, rapidly diving towards the bottom of that abyss.

The deeper you dive, the deeper the color of the surrounding seawater becomes. The original dark red gradually fades, replaced by a pure, despairing inky black.

The light was completely stripped away here, except for the moonlight shield around Tantai Qingyi, which provided a small patch of light about ten feet in diameter in this endless darkness.

The pressure of the seawater begins to surge exponentially, even tenfold, as the depth increases.

The feeling was as if countless ancient divine mountains were pressing in from all directions at the same time. Even the most exquisite immortal artifact would be instantly crushed into a piece of scrap metal here.

However, Tantai Qingyi's figure did not stop at all. The Taiyin Xuanchao Origin flowed through her whole body, completely dissipating the terrifying water pressure.

The deep, dark sea is not empty.

Countless ancient bone demons, some millions of years old, or even longer, are swimming in this deep sea.

They were formed by the mutated and mixed shattered bones and resentment of countless powerful beings in extreme environments. They are grotesque and terrifying in appearance, some with dozens of heads and some with hundreds of bony arms.

They have no intelligence, only the most primal greed and longing for life.

When Tantai Qingyi's moon-white light, like a beacon in the night, descended, the bone demons sleeping in the deep sea instantly went mad.

Their empty eye sockets gleamed with a scarlet, ferocious light. They opened their massive, bony mouths covered in barbs and let out a silent roar. They surged in from all directions like a tidal wave, trying to tear apart and devour this vibrant creature.

However, they couldn't even get within ten zhang of Tantai Qingyi.

Tantai Qingyi didn't even glance at these ants; the aura of destiny surrounding her only trembled slightly.

An invisible yet supreme pressure of destiny suddenly spread out.

"Snap! Snap! Bang—"

The ancient bone demon, massive in size and as hard as a celestial artifact, was like a fragile piece of rotten wood struck by lightning the moment it touched this oppressive force of fate. It had no chance to struggle and was forcibly shattered into fine bone dust amidst a dull cracking sound.

The white bone meal mixed in with the inky black seawater resembled a strange underwater snowstorm, falling gently into the deeper waters.

It pierced through tens of thousands of miles of bloody water and underwent a long and oppressive descent.

"despair."

A soft, yet remarkably clear, sound of the waves hitting the seabed rang out.

Tantai Qingyi's feet finally landed steadily on the hard, cold seabed crust.

This is the deepest point of the entire Immortal Ancient Western Abyss, the deepest abyss at the bottom of this world.

There wasn't a single grain of soil on the seabed. The ground beneath Tantai Qingyi's feet was entirely composed of layers of white sedimentary rock, which had been firmly packed together by endless years and terrifying water pressure, and whose surface gleamed with a cold, dark luster like black jade.

Among these rocks, one can still vaguely see some ancient runes that have not been completely worn away and fragments of magical artifacts, telling the story of the glory and tragedy that were once buried here.

Tantai Qingyi raised her head, her gaze piercing through the dim seawater in front of her.

At the very center of the seabed, a massive black stone pillar, hundreds of feet high and tens of feet in diameter, stands majestically in the darkness of the seabed, like a pillar supporting this desolate world.

The stone pillar was pitch black, so black it seemed to suck in one's soul.

Its surface has no unnecessary artificial carvings, giving it a rustic and rugged appearance.

The only feature is a dense network of rough, crisscrossing grooves, several inches deep, that cover the entire column.

These ravines were not carved by external force. Tantai Qingyi could tell at a glance that they were the reincarnation patterns engraved on this divine stone by the order of heaven and earth itself after this world had undergone ninety thousand cycles of life and death and the changes of the world.

Every ravine carries the heavy weight of time and the cycle of life and death.

This is the [Rock of Reincarnation].

It was the original divine object that the exceptionally talented Reincarnation Immortal King used to entrust his life's Dao fruit millions of years ago, before he had completely transcended the river of time and achieved unparalleled fame.

At this moment, an extremely large and deathly vortex was swirling around the entire black stone pillar.

The vortex spun silently, yet it unleashed a terrifying suction force, frantically drawing in endless streams of wronged souls and death energy from the Styx Blood Sea in all directions.

These deathly energies flowed into the grooves on the surface of the stone pillar, eventually converging at its core, nurturing the faint yet tenacious radiance of reincarnation that was being nurtured there.

Just as Tantai Qingyi's footsteps landed a hundred feet in front of the stone pillar.

The once lifeless seabed seemed to have been activated by some forbidden switch.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

Suddenly, a violent undercurrent arose in the silent seabed, and the inky black seawater churned violently as if boiling, forming terrifying water tornadoes powerful enough to shred even a true immortal.

Immediately afterwards, the thousands of black divine runes that were originally attached to the surface of the Reincarnation Rock simultaneously lit up with a dazzling, eerie green blood light.

The light, a ghastly green tinged with crimson, illuminated the surrounding seawater as if it were a dark, hellish place, and also cast an eerie halo over Tantai Qingyi's moon-white dress.

At the top of the stone pillar, the void began to twist and fold violently.

Vast swaths of deathly stillness, like a swarm of bees summoned, rapidly converged at the top.

In the blink of an eye, this deathly aura transformed into an old, emaciated figure draped in a tattered black hemp robe, resembling a dried corpse.

The phantom hovered above the stone pillar, surrounded by an intense, almost impenetrable law of death.

His face was deeply hidden in the shadow of his wide hood, making it impossible to see his true features.

Only within those deep-set eye sockets flickered two pale white flames of the soul, revealing endless vicissitudes and coldness.

In his right palm, he was holding a black stone core that was only the size of a palm.

The surface of this stone is uneven and looks unremarkable, but it is pulsating slightly in a regular manner. Each pulsation emits a faint yet mysterious fluctuation of cause and effect across three lifetimes.

That was the embryonic form of the Three Lives Stone, which had not yet fully transformed and was still in its gestation stage.

This ethereal, corpse-like figure is the embodiment of the core will left by the Reincarnation Immortal King within his artifact for proving his Dao.

Beneath the hood's shadow, the pair of pale white soul flames flickered slightly, like two sharp swords piercing through the seawater's barrier and landing firmly on Tantai Qingyi below.

Although at this ancient juncture, the will of the Reincarnation Immortal King could not possibly know what would happen tens of millions of years later, let alone who the woman before him was.

However, the moment Tantai Qingyi stood there, a murderous intent that had traveled against the current of time and spanned millions of years descended without warning.

This killing intent was too pure and too terrifying. It caused the deathly laws within the illusory will to boil to their peak instantly, trembling violently as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

The warning signs deep within the illusory will and soul were ringing frantically; it was a tremor that originated from instinct.

His intuition told him that the moon-white woman in front of him, whose cultivation seemed to be suppressed at the Immortal Lord realm, was not an ordinary cultivator who had accidentally wandered into this place, but a mortal enemy who had come to completely cut off his path to enlightenment and destroy all his hopes!

"Unauthorized trespassing into the forbidden land of the Nine Netherworlds, spying on the Reincarnation Divine Stone."

Dry, hoarse sounds, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing together violently, slowly emanated from the shadows of the hood.

The sound contained terrifying power of law; each syllable uttered caused the surrounding heavy seawater to tremble violently.

Driven by the sound waves, the seawater instantly transformed into countless invisible, transparent, yet incredibly sharp sonic blades, sweeping across Tantai Qingyi and cutting her away.

"Girl, you do not possess the deathly aura of the River Styx, nor do you belong to this abyss."

The voice of the phantom of will grew louder and louder, carrying a condescending sense of judgment, and the flames of its soul surged violently: "Leave your soul behind, and become nourishment for my transformation at the Three Lives Stone!"

Faced with the sonic blades raining down from all directions, and the grotesque skeleton emanating a sinister aura and spouting nonsense, Tantai Qingyi didn't even blink.

The sonic blade struck the moonlight shield surrounding her, only causing tiny ripples before completely dissipating.

Tantai Qingyi slightly raised her delicate chin, looking at the illusory figure above. A trace of undisguised, cold mockery slowly emerged in her clear, beautiful eyes.

That look was like looking at a clown about to be crushed, yet still gloating.

"Old monster of reincarnation, tens of millions of years ago, you were nothing more than a withered skeleton clinging to life at the bottom of this sea of ​​blood."

"Your path was originally stolen from the cycle of heaven and earth. Today, I will reclaim the divine artifacts that belong to this newly born Heavenly Dao."

Tantai Qingyi's tone was completely flat, but every word she uttered seemed to contain some supreme power that made words come true, causing visible, violent ripples to spread across the surrounding viscous blood. Even the hard white bone rock layer below emitted a slight "crack" sound as it could not bear the weight.

"Arrogant."

A piercing, angry shout, like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing against each other, suddenly exploded from the shadows.

The phantom of reincarnation slowly emerged. It was a huge and withered body, shrouded in a dilapidated gray-black death aura, with two pale white, eerie flames flickering deep in its eye sockets.

Upon hearing Tantai Qingyi's words, the two flames contracted violently, clearly having been touched on their most painful wound from millions of years ago. An extremely violent killing intent instantly caused the surrounding seawater temperature to drop to freezing point.

The battle erupted without any pause, in the deepest part of the ocean floor, with a devastating force.

First move.

The phantom of Samsara had no intention of testing them. With a sudden flip of its enormous hand, which was nothing but skin and bones covered in corpse spots, it lifted a stone that exuded an ancient and desolate aura high into the air.

That was the prototype of the Three Lives Stone.

This divine object, with its pitted and uneven surface, caused the entire flow of the Styx Blood Sea to come to a standstill the moment it appeared.

"Past lives and present lives, cause and effect bind the soul."

A hoarse incantation rolled from the throat of the phantom of reincarnation, and the pale flames in its eye sockets suddenly blazed brightly.