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

This primordial chill carries a noble and domineering aura that transcends all things. It even surpasses the limits of most ice-based laws in the Immortal Ancient Era, reaching a level that makes even the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth tremble.

Tantai Qingyi was moved.

She gently lifted her pristine jade-like foot, and then took a step forward.

This kick didn't land on anything solid, but instead landed directly on the churning void at the bottom of the sea.

"Absolute zero of the moon."

She parted her red lips slightly and uttered these words that seemed to be covered in ice.

"Snap!"

A crisp, yet seemingly ear-piercing, freezing sound suddenly rang out from the bottom of the ocean.

The extreme cold air emanated from her slender, jade-like foot, transforming into a visible, deep blue circular shockwave that swept wildly in all directions.

Wherever the cold air passes, nothing can stop it, and nothing can escape its reach.

In that instant, the temperature of the entire Styx Blood Sea plummeted to an unimaginable freezing point.

This is an absolute cold that freezes even the trajectory of time and the frequency of spatial fluctuations.

The enormous Yellow Springs Dragon, as large as a mountain range and flowing with murky yellow poisonous water, roared and charged forward, now less than ten feet in front of Tantai Qingyi.

Its enormous dragon eyes, formed from resentment, even held a cruel and madness about to tear its prey apart.

The poisonous mist it spewed was only inches away from Tantai Qingyi's exquisite face.

However, the cold air swept over it.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no evenly matched tug-of-war, and they didn't even last a single breath.

The roaring, arrogant, dark yellow dragon suddenly froze in mid-air.

Immediately following, starting from that ferocious dragon head, inch by inch, foot by foot, thick and hard blue frost rapidly condensed.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The ice spread at an incredible speed, freezing the dragon's scales, which were originally flowing with the deadly Yellow Spring water, its claws as sharp as heavenly blades, and its gaping maw still spewing poisonous mist, all in an instant under this extreme cold.

On the opposite side, the illusory figure of reincarnation, formed from the will of the Immortal King, froze instantly, its face still bearing a hint of cruel smile.

His empty eyes flashed with disbelief and shock as he stared intently at the illogical scene before him.

That's the Yellow Springs Evil Dragon! It's a filthy thing that can corrode any Dao body, and even Immortal Kings are unwilling to be easily tainted by it!

But under his gaze, the entire Yellow Springs Evil Dragon, along with the inky black blood sea water surrounding it for tens of thousands of miles, was completely frozen into a huge, crystal-clear, extremely cold ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

Not only seawater, but also the concept of "flow" of the Yellow Springs water and the "corrosive" property of the poisonous fog were stripped away and frozen by this ultimate Yin law.

The enormous ice sculpture lay across the seabed, emitting a faint blue light, transforming this originally dark and filthy sea into a beautiful yet desolate ice palace.

The phantom of reincarnation was not spared either; its illusory body was also buried deep within the thick, hard ice.

The surrounding Yin energy was like countless invisible ice blades, frantically cutting and freezing his will.

But he was, after all, a manifestation of the will of the Immortal King. Even if he was just a phantom, he contained a depth of knowledge that was difficult for ordinary people to fathom.

"roar!"

The phantom of Samsara let out a low growl that was not human, and a jet-black divine soul fire suddenly ignited around his body.

The flame had no heat whatsoever; instead, it exuded a chilling, eerie coldness—power gained by burning the very essence of a Celestial King's will.

The black flames leaped wildly in the ice, hissing and melting a small, three-foot-square space around him.

The phantom of Samsara gasped for breath, its eyes, formed from soul fire, fixed on the white-clad figure outside the ice sculpture.

He knew that in a direct contest of magical power, his incomplete will was simply no match for the unfathomable woman before him.

After the initial shock, his eyes quickly twisted, becoming incredibly venomous and crazed.

"Since you are determined to die, then come with me into the cycle of reincarnation and experience the suffering of countless lifetimes!"

The phantom of Samsara let out a mournful roar, its voice filled with a resolute determination to perish together with the enemy.

He spared no expense in forcibly activating the nascent Three Lives Stone within his body.

This is the core of his will. At this moment, he unhesitatingly exhausted all the spiritual light accumulated over countless years in the prototype of the Three Lives Stone.

"Bang!"

The phantom of Samsara exploded in the narrow ice field space.

Instead of flying blood and flesh, a vast, incomparably dark, and profound vortex of divine souls suddenly took shape.

This vortex, with its terrifying suction force that could reverse the universe and invert yin and yang, ignored the obstruction of the Taiyin cold energy and directly locked onto Tantai Qingyi's aura.

The vortex spun wildly, instantly engulfing Tantai Qingyi and the faintly visible river of fate behind her in a fraction of a second.

The next instant.

The scene before Tantai Qingyi's eyes had undergone a complete transformation.

The dark, icy seabed vanished, the frozen River Styx and Blood Sea vanished, and even the ancient stone pillars around it all disappeared.

She felt her body plummeting rapidly through the endless void, surrounded by the wails and cries of countless living beings.

She felt as if she had fallen into an endless, recurring nightmare.

In the illusion, time and space lost their meaning. She saw countless versions of herself from different lifetimes, flashing before her eyes like a fleeting glimpse, yet so real it was breathtaking.

Sometimes, she was a poor, orphaned girl in a mortal dynasty, barely clothed.

She could clearly feel the biting cold wind sweeping over her thin body, and smell the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke from the scorched earth.

She watched "herself" struggle in displacement, be trampled on in hunger and cold, and finally close her eyes in despair at the corner of the dilapidated city wall, filled with endless resentment and regret for the world.

Sometimes, she becomes a down-on-her-luck cultivator, feeling the excruciating pain of a cold, sharp blade piercing her chest, and seeing the ferocious, greedy smile on the face of her most trusted fellow disciple.

She watched helplessly as her foundation was destroyed bit by bit, listening to the ridicule and insults of those around her.

This humiliation of falling from grace drove "her" to despair, and she ultimately drew her sword and committed suicide, her blood staining the cold bluestone slabs.

Lifetime after life, joys and sorrows, births, aging, sickness and death, all suffering is magnified infinitely, and all despair is like a bone-deep infection.

In the deepest and most realistic illusion, the surrounding scenery suddenly turns into a desolate ruin.

Tantai Qingyi looked up and saw that incredibly familiar back view.

It's Lu Yuan.

In the illusion, "Lu Yuan" slowly turned around. His face, which should have been filled with a gentle smile, was now covered with a chilling indifference.

His gaze was as if he were looking at a dead object, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"For the sake of my Immortal Emperor's Path, you must die."

Lu Yuan's voice was icy and chilling. Without the slightest hesitation, he slowly raised the long sword in his hand. The blade gleamed with a ruthless light that could sever all emotional ties.

Then, without any mercy, he swung his sword down at her.

That sword strike carried a soul-crushing pain.

Endless pain, regret, resentment, and despair reached their peak at this moment.

These negative emotions transformed into a tangible, invisible chain of cause and effect, emitting a dark red light, like countless venomous snakes, frantically coiling around Tantai Qingyi's Dao heart.

The chains tightened, attempting to fundamentally dismantle her soul's defenses, causing her to completely lose herself and forever sink into the sea of ​​suffering of reincarnation, becoming a walking corpse.

but.

At the very heart of this storm, at the crossroads of eternal suffering.

Tantai Qingyi stood quietly in the center of the illusion.

Surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, by betrayal and slaughter, her white dress remained pristine, untouched by a speck of dust.

Her posture remained as upright as ever, like a plum blossom standing proudly in the wind and snow.

Looking at the cold-faced "Lu Yuan" in the illusion, wielding a sword at her, and at the merciless sword about to strike her head.

The corners of Tantai Qingyi's mouth did not even ripple in the slightest.

Her eyes were as calm as a bottomless ancient well, devoid of fear or sorrow, only possessing a clarity that saw through all illusions.

"If my husband wants to kill me..."

Tantai Qingyi spoke slowly. Her voice was not loud, but it had a strange penetrating power that directly pierced through the barriers of nightmares, echoing calmly and serenely in this false world of reincarnation.

"He had a thousand opportunities to act by the ancient spring on Time Island, so why wait until today, and why use such a ridiculous reason?"

In her mind, the image of the gentle breeze rippling the surface of the ancient spring on Time Island flashed by, and the image of Lu Yuan's real, warm eyes flashed by.

This kind of reality can never be replicated by such a clumsy illusion.

"You think you can shake my resolve with such clumsy and illusory illusions?"

Tantai Qingyi's voice finally carried a hint of undisguised mockery and contempt.

She slowly closed her eyes, letting the dark red chains of cause and effect wrap around her body.

The next instant, she suddenly opened her eyes again!

"Buzz—"

Deep within those once ethereal and profound eyes, the silvery-white divine light of destiny erupted like two rising suns.

The divine light flowed and intertwined in her eyes, eventually transforming into two dazzling and extremely sharp sword beams, as if to pierce through this illusory sky.

Instead of breaking free of the chains, she completely merged her pure and flawless Yin Law, which could freeze all things, with the supreme and mysterious Heavenly Destiny within her body.

Strange phenomena suddenly appeared in the void.