Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

A dark red array of light rose from the ground, reaching straight into the sky, completely isolating this area of ​​the Fallen God Ruins. The spiritual energy of the Central Continent was forcibly cut off, and the air inside the array became extremely stuffy and viscous. Three hundred elite Wang family cultivators, clad in heavy armor of black iron, stood in positions perfectly aligned with the array's nodes, their black halberds pointing diagonally at the ground. Six Wang family elders at the late stage of the Cave Profound Realm stood on either side, their hands maintaining the hand seals for the array's operation.

The goddess of the Wang family stood ten paces away from the light barrier. She wore a nine-phoenix jeweled headdress and a brocade dress woven with gold. A mountain breeze blew, causing the hem of her dress to flutter in the wind. She stared at the figure in the pure white robe at the center of the formation, her once exquisite face contorted with extreme excitement and resentment. The image of this demoness, haughtily mocking him from her position deep within the ruins of the Fallen God, when Chen Xuan shattered the formation with a single sword strike, had always been a thorn in her side. Today, she had finally gotten her chance to wash away that shame.

The goddess of the Wang family took two steps forward, her gaze passing over Bai Yin and Tian Peng, who were meditating cross-legged, and fixed on Su Chang'an's back.

"Do you really think Zhongzhou is a place you can come and go as you please?" The voice of the goddess of the Wang family pierced through the dark red light curtain, echoing above the ruins. She raised a finger painted with bright red nail polish, pointing to the churning dark red mist inside the formation. "I specially ordered someone to add enough ingredients to this ultimate killing formation. The Soul-Destroying Powder refined from the Nine Nether Valley is specifically designed to counteract the essence of all souls in the world. And the resentment that Chen Tianyou, that good-for-nothing, accumulated after dying here. When these two things are mixed together and catalyzed by the formation, even a true Great Saint Realm expert who falls into it will have their soul corroded into a pool of foul-smelling blood within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. You, a remnant soul without even a physical body, are destined to meet a fate of complete annihilation in these ruins today."

The goddess of the Wang family shrieked with a sharp, piercing laugh. Six elders at the Cave Profound Realm echoed her words, simultaneously channeling their spiritual power. The dark red mist on the array's light barrier churned rapidly, transforming into wisps of poisonous smoke that converged towards the central area.

In the center of the formation.

Su Chang'an made no reaction to the mockery behind her or the approaching poisonous smoke. She bent her knees slightly, crouching on the hard, dry brown rock. Gu Xiang, having endured the immense spatial pressure within the interdimensional passage, was currently in a deep, unconscious state. His thin blue robe was soaked with black blood, and several broken ribs had just been put back in place thanks to the healing power of the Yin energy. A mountain wind, carrying the chilling aura of the formation, swept past, causing Gu Xiang's broken body to tremble instinctively.

Su Chang'an lowered her eyes. She reached out and removed the outer robe and cloak, formed from the radiance of the moon. Her movements were extremely gentle as she smoothly draped the cloak over Gu Xiang's body. Her hands moved along the edges of the cloak, tucking the drafty corners under Gu Xiang's body, ensuring that not a trace of cold air could penetrate his meridians. Bai Yin and Tian Peng were healing their injuries a few steps away, their spiritual energy circulating continuously. After Su Chang'an finished, she quietly squatted there, watching Gu Xiang's breathing stabilize. She didn't get up, didn't turn around, completely ignoring the deadly killing intent outside, and also ignoring the arrogant shouts of the Wang family's goddess.

Outside the light curtain.

The maniacal laughter on the goddess's face gradually froze. The scene she had expected—the other party begging for mercy in terror or retaliating in a rage—did not appear. The demoness was actually turning her back to her, adjusting the hem of a human scholar's robe. That utter disregard, that attitude of treating her and the entire Wang family's deadly killing formation as nothing, was like a resounding slap across her face.

Extreme shame and anger replaced her previous pleasure. A real killing intent flashed in the eyes of the goddess of the Wang family. She swung her right arm down sharply and shouted angrily.

"Raise a volley of arrows! Nail her to the ground!"

Three hundred elite Wang family soldiers, clad in heavy black iron armor, simultaneously received the order. They stood with their legs apart, backs arched, and their thick arm muscles bulged. Powerful spiritual energy surged wildly into the black halberds in their hands. The tips of the halberds emitted a chilling gray aura. The three hundred men moved in perfect unison, exerting their strength simultaneously.

Three hundred black iron halberds flew from his hand. The halberds tore through the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound. They pierced through the dark red array's light barrier without hindrance, carrying billowing malevolent energy, and swarmed towards Su Chang'an's back. Three hundred gray-black trails obscured the sky above the array, sealing off all of Su Chang'an's space to dodge.

The heavily armored elites watching peered through their visors at the dense rain of swords raining down in mid-air, their eyes gleaming with cruel, sinister smiles. They knew all too well the power of this attack. A magical weapon hurled by three hundred cultivators combined, amplified by the array's malevolent energy, was enough to pierce through a mountain of fine iron ore.

The six elders of the Profound Realm stroked their beards, exchanging a resolute glance. One of them snorted coldly. He asserted that with this simultaneous barrage of attacks, combined with the poison of the Soul-Destroying Powder, even a peak Great Saint Realm cultivator would have no chance of survival. In their eyes, this arrogant demoness was already a riddled corpse.

The long spear approached with an aura of destruction, now less than three zhang away from Su Chang'an's back.

Su Chang'an still didn't turn around. She remained crouched beside Gu Xiang. She slowly raised her right hand, extending her slender, white index finger. The index finger bent backward and gently tapped the air behind her.

A fingertip touched the void. There was no earth-shattering explosion of spiritual energy, nor a deafening roar. A circle of pale blue Yin energy rippled outwards from where the fingertip touched the void. This ripple carried an extreme chill as it spread backwards.

Ripples of the moon swept across the sky.

Three hundred black iron halberds, carrying billowing malevolent energy and falling rapidly, came to a sudden halt less than three feet from Su Chang'an's back. The gray malevolent energy clinging to the halberds, touched by the azure ripples, instantly solidified into gray ice crystals. Deep blue frost began at the tips of the halberds and rapidly spread along the rough metal surface, covering the entire surface of the halberds in the blink of an eye.

The attack array patterns engraved inside the long spear were forcibly severed by the extreme cold power. The spiritual energy attached to the long spear was completely erased.

The three hundred black iron halberds lost all kinetic energy and support in mid-air. They transformed into three hundred heavy icicles, plummeting straight to the ground.

The long spear struck the brown rock with a crisp metallic clang. The frost shattered upon impact, turning into a pile of ice shards. The once overwhelming and invincible killing attack was utterly reduced to a pile of scrap metal by this ripple of energy.

Outside the array's light barrier.

The confidence and sneers on the faces of the six late-stage Cave Profound Realm elders instantly froze. Their hands were still maintaining the hand seals of the formation, but they were horrified to discover that the underground spiritual veins connected to the formation had been forcibly severed by an extremely domineering and frigid force. The circulation of the formation ceased to respond.

They attempted to mobilize the spiritual energy within their dantian to reactivate the array's core, but the deep blue chill backfired, flowing into their bodies through the array's connections. Fine frost formed on the inner walls of their meridians. The flow of spiritual energy completely ceased.

The six elders' faces instantly drained of all color, turning deathly pale. Their legs went weak, and they stared intently at the white-robed figure within the formation. Their divine senses attempted to probe Su Chang'an's background, only to find that his aura was like a bottomless abyss, impossible to penetrate. This unfathomable pressure far exceeded the scope of the Great Saint Realm.

Su Chang'an slowly stood up. She patted non-existent dust off her skirt and turned her head slowly.

Her face remained aloof. At the very center of her brow, the physical form of the Moon Amber appeared. It was a vertical line radiating a pale blue glow, exuding an aura of majesty that surpassed all living beings.

Su Chang'an raised his right hand and made a clenching motion in the air beside him.

The surrounding free-floating Yin energy frantically gathered and condensed in her palm. A three-zhang-long Yin giant sword instantly took shape. The surface of the giant sword had no complicated decorations, only the purest and most extreme laws of extreme cold flowing along the blade.

Su Chang'an glanced at the goddess of the Wang family outside the formation and casually flicked his wrist.

The Taiyin Greatsword slashed forward. A dark blue sword light detached from the blade and pushed forward horizontally.

The sword's edge touched the dark red array of light, said to be able to trap quasi-emperors and infused with soul-crushing powder and resentment. There was no resistance, and no sound was made. The array of light began to crumble directly from the point of contact.

The seemingly indestructible killing array couldn't even withstand half a breath. The dark red array barrier shattered in the middle, with massive cracks spreading in all directions. The light barrier completely collapsed, turning into countless dark red fragments, which then vanished without a trace under the erosion of the Yin energy.

The formation was violently broken. The backlash force traveled along the formation's core and bombarded the goddess of the Wang family without reservation.

The goddess of the Wang family felt as if she had been struck in the chest by a heavy hammer. Before she could even utter a cry of alarm, her knees buckled, and she crashed heavily onto the hard, brown rock. The sound of her kneecaps cracking could be clearly heard in the quiet ruins. The magnificent nine-phoenix jeweled headdress she wore fell to the ground, shattering into a shower of fine jade powder and gold leaf.

The goddess of the Wang family raised her head, her gaze unfocused by extreme fear. She stared ahead. Su Chang'an, his toes leaving the ground, treading on the void, wielding the Taiyin Greatsword, looked down at her from above. The quasi-emperor-like pressure emanating from his Tai Su white robe poured down without reservation.

It was an absolute crushing defeat, the powerlessness and terror of mortals facing gods.

The goddess of the Wang family trembled uncontrollably. The hem of her brocade skirt was soaked with a pale yellow liquid, which flowed down the cracks in the rocks. She opened her mouth wide, making gurgling sounds in her throat, but she couldn't utter a single word of pleading. Extreme fear completely overwhelmed her reason.

The outer perimeter of the Fallen God Ruins.

Behind several massive rocks a few miles away from the Wang family's formation, more than a dozen spies from various major powers in the Central Continent were lurking. They had originally come to record the scene of Su Chang'an being suppressed and killed by the Wang family, but now they were all frozen in place.

They witnessed the Xuan Tie spear being frozen and falling to the ground, the six Dongxuan elders losing their fighting power, the ultimate killing formation being easily shattered with a single sword strike, and the tragic sight of the Wang family goddess collapsing and losing control of her bladder.

The quasi-emperor's pressure, which crossed the Great Saint Realm barrier and carried the law of extreme cold, swept across the perimeter of the ruins, causing the protective spiritual energy of these scouts to fluctuate violently.

A scout, his hands trembling, pulled a communication jade slip from his sleeve. He crushed the slip, sealing the faint aura and image he had just recorded within it. The jade slip erupted with a blinding light, causing spatial fluctuations. The other scouts, as if waking from a dream, also crushed their own communication jade slips.

Several spatial fluctuations traveled in different directions, frantically spreading towards the heart of the Central Continent.

Inside the secret chambers of the major families in Central Continent, the intelligence-receiving arrays lit up one after another. The news instantly ignited the council halls of these families.

That enchantress who was tricked and plunged into the abyss by the direct descendants of the Chen family in the ruins of the Fallen God, Su Chang'an, who was regarded as a pawn by Li Changgeng. Not only did she not die in the spatial turbulence, but she also returned to the Central Continent with the aura of a quasi-emperor and an unparalleled domineering attitude.