The Immortal Empress, Unrivaled Through Eternity

Upon hearing this, all the guards were startled.

Even a dilapidated temple beside an official road in the wilderness is far from safe.

"alert!"

The head guard spoke.

Miss Yun Qing is at the mid-level of the Qi Realm, so no one would doubt her words.

At that moment, all the guards picked up their weapons and came to the front of the carriage, guarding it from both sides and looking warily into the distance.

"Tap tap tap..."

Before long, the sound of horses' hooves grew louder and clearer as they approached.

"At least thirty people."

The head guard listened intently for a moment, then spoke with a grave expression: "Miss, should we leave now?"

"It's too late, they're coming for us!"

Li Yunqing stood in front of the carriage, her eyes shimmering with tears. Even from a great distance, she could still clearly see the person approaching.

Thirty-five people were carrying a sculpture, and their attire was almost identical to that of the cult that had broken into the Li family.

Clearly, these were all followers of the God-worshipping cult, and they had all come for her.

They had only traveled five hundred li from Qingzhou City when they caught up with them.

"Prepare for battle!"

Li Yunqing spoke softly, her fingers beneath her sleeves gripping the flying sword.

The newcomers weren't particularly strong; there were only five Qi Realm warriors, and the rest were all beginner level warriors.

She was not afraid; she could even kill someone with a single sword strike.

Only that sculpture looked somewhat sinister, leaving her unsure of what was going on.

"An evil god?"

Li Yunqing's thoughts raced, and she remained completely focused.

Especially since it was her first time facing an evil god, she couldn't afford to be careless.

"Da da da..."

The sound of horses' hooves approached rapidly, and in a moment they arrived in front of the dilapidated temple.

Five Qi Realm experts led the way, followed by a group of people carrying a statue, forming a fan shape around the entrance of the dilapidated temple.

"Thump!"

Just as everyone stood still, the statue, which was taller than a person, was placed on the ground with a dull thud.

"Don't let a single one escape!"

"That girl is a sacrifice offered to our god; she must not be touched. The rest... kill!"

The five leaders spoke, and with a wave of their hands, the crowd surrounded them.

Behind the crowd, the sculpture suddenly opened its eyes at that moment.

His blood-red eyes, like those of a ferocious beast, stared directly at Li Yunqing and the others.

In that instant, time and space seemed to become extremely dense, and the air and the sound of the wind seemed to disappear completely.

The sounds around us grew longer and slower.

It was as if everyone's thoughts and feelings were stretched out for a very long time in that instant, becoming extremely slow.

"Is this the power of the evil god?"

Li Yunqing was startled; this was somewhat like the power that condensed space and imprisoned the physical body.

Her spirit trembled slightly, and her magical power flowed throughout her body, causing that feeling to quickly dissipate.

But she could still clearly see that the expressions on the faces of the guards around her, including Xiao Lan, changed extremely slowly.

Even the movements of the hands became slow motion.

In contrast, the followers of the God-worshipping cult remained completely unaffected, and in a flash, they were already close by.

The weapon in his hand gleamed coldly as he slashed at the crowd without holding back.

Li Yunqing could even feel the intense greed emanating from the blood-red eyes of the stone statue, staring directly at her.

They looked as if they had spotted some delicious food.

"Buzz!"

The flying sword in Li Yunqing's hand silently lengthened, transforming into a three-foot-long green peak.

A sudden chill emanated from her body.

Frost and snow suddenly began to fall from the sky, and a layer of ice formed on the ground.

"Clang!"

Li Yunqing raised her longsword, and a chilling aura gathered on its blade, causing it to hum continuously.

Just as she was about to strike, a clear sound suddenly rang out from above everyone's heads.

"what?"

The moment the sound faded, the world seemed to freeze.

The group of worshippers and Li Yunqing's guards all froze in place, unable to move.

It was as if they were frozen in place, or as if space itself had been frozen.

The next moment, Li Yunqing saw a phantom descend from the sky.

She was a woman who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old. She wore a white dress, her long hair flowing, and she was spotless, like an immortal descending to earth.

"Could this be a Yang Shen (spirit/deity)?"

"Freezing space? Imprisoning the physical body?"

Li Yunqing was startled when she saw the woman's illusory figure.

This ability is remarkably similar to the statue that the Catholic Church just lifted.

However, the woman in the white dress exuded a stronger power, freezing everyone in place in an instant.

Li Yunqing's Yin spirit trembled, and she circulated her magical power throughout her body before she was able to break free from that state of condensed space.

Yet his body still felt heavy, as if he were carrying a mountain on his back, and his movements were incredibly slow.

She closed her eyes, and her spirit leaped up, finally breaking free from its confinement.

But she could feel that her body was still bound by an invisible force, and she could feel the power of the woman in the white dress even more clearly.

The woman in the white dress paused slightly, glanced at Li Yunqing's sinister expression with surprise, and nodded slightly.

Then, he lightly raised his finger and pointed at the sculpture, which was as tall as a person.

Li Yunqing could clearly see that the sculpture's blood-red pupils were filled with fear and pleading.

But the woman in the white dress did not stop her finger, and pointed directly at the stone statue.

"Buzz!"

The stone statue trembled, then shattered into powder.

A phantom figure, shrouded in blood and extremely murky, appeared.

Like an extremely weak spirit, it was held in the slender fingers of the woman in the white dress.

Without making any further movements, the figure shrouded in blood suddenly trembled.

Then the endless crimson peeled away, leaving only a wisp of pure, fluorescent light, which was absorbed into the body by the white-dressed woman's fingers.

In that instant, the white-skirted woman's previously somewhat ethereal figure solidified considerably.

Then she gently stroked with her palm, as if an invisible wind was blowing by.

Thirty-five worshippers, with faint glowing between their eyebrows, were pulled out of their bodies, their bodies went limp, and they instantly collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Thirty-five rays of light converged, and impurities, like grains of sand, fell down.

Ultimately, the purest fluorescent light was once again absorbed into the woman in the white dress.

At that moment, the figure of the woman in the white dress became even more solid.

If it weren't for the light passing through its body, it would be almost indistinguishable from a real person.

After doing all this, the woman in the white dress looked at Li Yunqing again, waved her hand slightly, and the air instantly resumed its flow.

The twelve guards, including Xiaolan, all snapped out of their daze and looked at the woman in the white dress with extreme vigilance.

Clearly, they had witnessed everything that had just happened.

The body was simply bound by an invisible force, unable to react in the slightest.

"Is this the power of the Yang God?"

Li Yunqing's spirit returned to her physical body, but she was still deeply shocked.

When the spirit leaves the body, it seems to control the void, freezing everything and imprisoning the physical body.

She suddenly remembered the records in the Medicine King Sutra.

The path of immortal cultivation, the Nascent Soul realm, is formed by the condensation of magical power and Yin spirit.

As for the primordial spirit, it can only be cultivated by those at the Nascent Soul stage. It is formed by the transformation of the Nascent Soul through the laws of heaven and earth and the baptism of thunder.

In other words, it is formed by the fusion of magical power, the Yang spirit, and the laws of heaven and earth, possessing terrifying supernatural power.

With a single thought, one can move mountains and overturn seas, and is thus known as a great supernatural being. Once one has passed the Heavenly Tribulation, one will truly reach the realm of an immortal.

Since the woman before him possessed a Yang spirit, even in the era of immortals and gods, she would be a great figure at the Transformation God Realm.

At that moment, the woman in the white dress lingered on Li Yunqing for a long time before bowing respectfully in the distance.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist."

The woman spoke, and her voice went straight into Li Yunqing's mind.

"It seems that you were born very early and already have a physical body."

"Moreover, she is exceptionally beautiful and talented."

At this point, the woman in the white dress hesitated for a moment, then said:

"I wonder if you could do me a favor by giving me a baby girl to stay in. I will surely repay you handsomely."

Li Yunqing: "???"