Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

The Yin Ancestor slowly turned around.

Those sinister eyes fell on the purple figure in the distance, and the pupils contracted slightly.

He was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and he was using a secret technique to possess this body, which sealed him within the Core Formation stage, greatly reducing his strength.

Even so, he was considered a hegemon in the Chaotic Star Sea, and ordinary Core Formation cultivators could only kneel down and beg for mercy when they saw him.

But at this moment, the woman in purple gave him a strange feeling.

It's like a god on a mountaintop, looking down at the ants at the foot of the mountain.

The Yin Ancestor disliked this feeling.

Who are you?

His voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of probing.

The woman in purple did not answer.

She simply tilted her head, a slight upturn of her lips revealing an enigmatic smile.

Then she moved.

It's just one step.

With a single step, his figure appeared three feet in front of him from a hundred feet away, as fast as a purple lightning bolt.

The pupils of the Extreme Yin Ancestor suddenly contracted.

Before he could even react, a hand was already on his shoulder.

That hand was fair and slender, like a woman's hand, but the moment it touched his shoulder, the Extreme Yin Ancestor felt as if a mountain had pressed down on him, and he froze on the spot, unable to move.

He desperately tried to circulate his Nascent Soul stage divine sense to break free from this invisible constraint, but found that his once overwhelming power was now frozen, and he couldn't mobilize even a trace of it.

"you--"

The voice of the Yin Ancestor was stuck in his throat, as if someone was choking him.

The woman in purple tilted her head, her smile deepening.

"So you are the Ancestor of Extreme Yin?"

The voice was clear and crisp, like pearls falling on a jade plate, but the tone was extremely natural and calm.

The old patriarch of extreme yin turned red, his nascent soul circulated wildly within his body, and black mist surged from his body, carrying a putrid stench, trying to shake the life-threatening hand off his shoulder.

Useless.

The hand remained motionless, its slender fingers like five iron nails, firmly anchored to his shoulder blade.

"I heard you're a Nascent Soul cultivator, quite the fighter!"

The woman in purple spoke again, her tone tinged with curiosity, as if she were examining some novel species: "What's the use of being able to fight?"

The Yin Ancestor finally realized that the woman in purple before him was someone he could not contend with.

But he was, after all, an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years and had seen many storms. Even in dire straits, he would not surrender easily.

"Your cultivation is extraordinary, why make things difficult for an old man like me?"

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, tinged with a fawning smile, "If it's a matter of grudges between the Myriad Sounds Sect and the Hidden Fiend Sect, this old man can mediate, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Before he could finish speaking, the fingers on his shoulder tightened their grip.

Click.

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

"Aaaaaah!"

The Yin Ancestor let out a miserable scream, his sinister face filled with pain.

Zi Ling's consciousness observed all of this from the sidelines, her feelings were very complicated.

Is this the Nascent Soul stage old monster?

My other self is truly incredibly powerful!

On the three screens of the chat group, Wanwan had already changed her posture.

She crossed her legs and leaned back on the throne, holding a glass of fine wine that she had somehow acquired, gently swirling it as the amber liquid danced within.

"Hit him! What's the use of just massaging his shoulders? Kick him in the groin, stomp his face, pull his hair!"

Nalan Yanran shook her head, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Can't you be serious for once?"

"How am I being unserious?"

Wanwan said matter-of-factly, "I call this tactical instruction, understand?"

Lin Daiyu squatted by the flowerbed, her hands supporting her chin, gazing wistfully at the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She couldn't get a word in edgewise on Zi Ling's battlefield, but that didn't stop her from watching the show.

......

Large beads of sweat had already formed on the forehead of the Yin Ancestor, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his clothes.

He had lived for hundreds of years and had never encountered such a bizarre situation.

The other party's cultivation level was obviously ridiculously high, but he didn't kill him. Instead, he just held his shoulders and tormented him slowly, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"What exactly do you want, sir?"

His voice trembled slightly, "Spirit stones? Magic treasures? Cultivation techniques? Just name your price, and I'll give you everything I own!"

The woman in purple finally released her grip.

The Yin Ancestor felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and staggered back several steps, almost falling to the ground.

He clutched his crushed shoulder, panting heavily, his sinister eyes fixed on the person opposite him.

"Foolish..."

The woman in purple placed her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly, and gazed at the distant sea, speaking in a leisurely tone.

"Kill you, and everything you own will be mine!"

The expression on the face of the Yin Ancestor changed repeatedly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and extended his intact hand.

With a "sizzle," a ball of jet-black fire floated in the palm of his hand.

The fireball was the size of a fist, jet black, with a faint green phosphorescence flowing across its surface. It emitted a nauseating, putrid stench, and the surrounding air was distorted and warped by the heat.

Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire

This was his trump card, crafted from the corpses of dozens of cultivators. It was extremely insidious; anything touched by it would rot and decay instantly. Even cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage dared not take it head-on.

"Since you offer no way out, then let's all perish together!"

The Yin Ancestor roared and hurled the black fireball at the woman in purple.

The fireball left a black trail in the air, hissing and corroding the air as it passed, even leaving a deep trench in the sea.

Zi Ling's consciousness screamed in her mind.

"Be careful!"

Although she knew that her other self was highly skilled, she had seen the name of the Heavenly Corpse Fire in the original story. It was extremely insidious and getting involved with it would cause a lot of trouble.

However, the woman in purple didn't even lift her eyelids.

She simply extended her right hand and lightly touched it with her index finger.

That slender, fair finger calmly and slowly touched the black fireball.

Silently.

The fist-sized ball of Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire shrank abruptly, collapsing and annihilating like a burst bubble.

With a soft "poof," it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated into the air.

The nauseating stench vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

The Yin Ancestor was stunned.

He stared blankly at his empty palms, and for the first time, genuine fear appeared on his sinister face.

"This...this is impossible..."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, and his legs gave way, causing him to kneel on the ground.

"Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire... I spent a tremendous amount of effort refining that... How could it be... How could it be!"

The woman in purple withdrew her finger, looked down at the kneeling Yin Ancestor, and smiled slightly.

"Anything else?"

The Old Ancestor of Extreme Yin raised his head, his old face filled with despair.

"That's all... that's all..."

"Then let's set off."

The woman in purple raised her right foot and gently tapped his forehead with the toe.

"Click."

The head of the Extreme Yin Ancestor exploded instantly, like a crushed watermelon.

Red and white splattered all over the ground. The headless corpse swayed twice, then fell onto the rocks with a "thud," twitched a couple of times, and then remained still.