Each of the nine dragon maidens possesses extraordinary abilities.

"Your aunt seems determined to cause you trouble, what should we do?" The Holy Emperor's voice echoed in his mind, "They won't be able to hold out for long."

“Although the sect leader’s lineage is weak, the guardians still have to put on a show when the horn is sounded,” Lu Yueyuan said. “The other guardians will definitely disobey orders on the grounds that their main bodies are not here. But the three whose main bodies are here are Ming Huaiwei, Wei Daidan, and Ji Chengshuo… By the way, it seems that part of Zhong Sifu’s main body has been transferred. I wonder if she will come.”

"We can't beat Ji Cheng now, even if I possess your body, I still can't do it," the Holy Emperor stated decisively.

“I know Wei Daidan won’t come, but Ji Cheng said it would definitely be troublesome.” Lu Yueyuan asked, “What if we lure her away?”

"That depends on whether she'll be interested in my things, but for now, she seems more interested in you," the Holy Emperor said.

Lu Yueyuan said, "If she insists on coming, let's cancel the plan for now."

"Damn, you're really willing to do that." The Holy Emperor was displeased.

"No matter what, I've weakened Huai Zai's strength, so I haven't lost out," he said.

woo-

The bugle call continued.

Lu Yueyuan looked at Ming Huaiwei: "Are you going?"

Ming Huaiwei's expression shifted between light and dark: "I can't abandon Yunhai and Yungui."

"When the horn sounded at that moment, they must have noticed the change there."

“Don’t I know my sisters well enough? They’d be terrified of seeing me fall from grace,” Ming Huaiwei said. “I’m going, right now.”

“Then I’ll go with you,” Lu Yueyuan said.

Chapter 45: Plastic Sisters

Wuming Peak is just a small mountain near the Jiuyi Sect.

It has no story to tell, and it has absolutely no connection to the legendary human holy king. It's just an ordinary mountain, standing here for thousands of years, like any other mountain.

Long, long ago, a young girl passed by this mountain. She thought it was a nice place, so she buried her sword here. She had nothing left and didn't want her comrade-in-arms, who had accompanied her throughout her life, to perish as well.

We need to find it a good place.

Thus, the underground of Wuming Peak became the final resting place of the divine artifact, remaining unknown for many years, just like the name of the mountain.

With a rumble, the dark figure slowly rose amidst the swirling spiritual energy.

That's a story from a very, very long time ago.

So long that the girl's name was forgotten, so long that her story was erased, so long that even the act of burying the sword itself became a legend, and then a forgotten dust.

But the sword still remembers.

The sword never forgets.

The changing hand tore through the tide of spiritual energy, and through the crack, one could see the wounds that had split open in the earth.

A giant with a broken sword was rising upright from the ground.

The Rhythm of God

Legend has it that divine artifacts, because they often accompanied their masters in battle, were imbued with divine power and thus developed their own sentience.

When they break free from their master's control, act according to their own thoughts, and fully develop their abilities, it is called the rhythm of the gods.

Ming Huaiwei found it hard to describe the scene he saw. When the giant fully stood up, Wuming Peak was no longer there. The spiritual energy tide surrounded it like a guardian. Its head pierced through the low-lying clouds, and its single, dark blue eye was faintly visible in the mist. Its figure was as upright as a giant sword stuck into the earth, silently looking down at the unfamiliar land beneath its feet.

Most importantly, it is not driven by spiritual energy, but by the divine power burning within the body.

"Don't act impulsively."

Lu Yueyuan grabbed Ming Huaiwei and said, "Did you see that spiritual energy tide? That guy is not simple. Even if you don't wait for the other guardians to come to your aid, don't rush in recklessly. Send a reconnaissance magic artifact first."

“But…” Ming Huaiwei hadn’t finished speaking when the giant moved.

The spiritual energy tide, like the waves it stirred up, roared and surged in, causing mountains to collapse and the earth to crack wherever it passed, and all things were washed away by the spiritual energy and turned into dust.

The mechanical, baby-like cries echoed through the sky.

It had already stepped out, and Lu Yueyuan and Ming Huaiwei could see its full form from afar. It truly was a giant transformed from a sword, with a sharply defined structure on its head, showing no trace of imitation of a human face, only cold geometric lines and layers of armor plates. In the center of the visor was a long, vertical crack, gleaming with a ghostly blue light; those were its eyes.

So a sword can take such a majestic form? The shoulder armor is as wide as a city wall, spreading out to the sides and obscuring half the sky. The breastplate is made up of three huge armor plates, each exposing a rotating gear system inside. Each gear is the size of a house. The waist and abdomen narrows, connected by countless interlocking metal vertebrae, each vertebra rotating slightly, causing the entire upper body to rise smoothly from the crack.

At this moment, the old folks with their ancient memories recall the oppressive aura of the Holy Emperor during the twilight era.

"Senior brother, step back!"

The violent spiritual energy swept everything away, separating the two.

The giant sensed something, stopped, and stood there motionless.

It was the only one there, but it seemed to have seen something.

"Haven't you let go of that matter yet? I clearly have." The Holy Emperor's voice echoed in Lu Yueyuan's mind, and for the first time, he felt His sorrow. "I wanted you to rest in peace, but you can't sleep peacefully anymore? Didn't you love sleeping the most?"

A buzzing sound came from the giant, like a cry.

It began to pound the ground frantically. In an instant, the earth shook and the surrounding area trembled. The spiritual energy tide was stirred by the divine power within its body, becoming even more violent.

"What a terrifying noise! ​​So, is nobody going to do anything about it?" Su Zhaoran said, standing on the mountaintop and gazing into the distance.

They could see that place very clearly with their divine sense; the light reached the heavens and the earth, and the spiritual energy surged like a raging torrent, as if the entire world was enraged.

The people protecting the meridians could all feel the divine power in that place. Although the giant had no real power, it was still quite troublesome to deal with it under the influence of that divine power.

And its crying-like sound—it had been asleep for far too long and was about to vent its frustration upon waking.

“It looks difficult to deal with, but my duty is to protect the sect. That thing hasn’t threatened the sect yet. Besides, my true body isn’t here.” Shi Bingxin, the sixth meridian protector, said slowly. She was currently in an avatar. “Let the protector whose true body is here go.”

"My original body has been transferred back; I am now an avatar," Zhong Sifu said with a smile.

Wei Daidan said expressionlessly, "I'm not going."

That leaves only Ji Cheng to speak.

“What does this have to do with me? I came back because someone told me to, and I’m really unhappy right now. I don’t care about this kind of thing, and I don’t want to. The big plan still needs me, and I’m leaving soon.” Ji Cheng said coldly, “Isn’t Ming Huaiwei there? She can handle it.”

“That thing looks complicated. It’s a divine artifact, powered by divine power,” Zhong Sifu said with a smile.

“No matter what, it’s just an inanimate object, and it doesn’t even have any power. Ming Huaiwei alone is enough for that,” Ji Cheng said. “Besides, you don’t need to test me like this. You’re not qualified to understand and seize my power.”

"No, that's not true, sister, don't wrong me."

Ji Cheng sneered and looked around: "If you want to play house here, then go ahead. I'm leaving."

"Don't go, sir! What if something really happens to us if you leave?" Su Zhaoran quickly called out to her.

"The Nine Peaks Sect's grand formation is top-notch, not to mention the Heart-Bearing Stone Forest. Even if it were a mechanical creation, it would take a real god a lot of effort to create it. Sect Master Su, you don't need to be so alarmed. The enemy we are facing is far more terrifying than this. Moreover, Ming Huaiwei is already gone."

"A spiritual energy tide has already formed there," Su Zhaoran reminded her.

"So what?" Ji Cheng said coldly, "Ming Huaiwei possesses power; what can the spiritual energy tide do to her?"

"Don't forget, she is a descendant of the Dragon God, our sister. If she can't even handle a mechanical creation, then she is not qualified to stand alongside us."

"You, yes, you," Su Zhaoran sighed, then said nothing more.

In short, they won't move. These people are extremely afraid of death and only care about their own interests. They would rather their sisters die than make a single move.

Chapter 46: The Traitor

"Oh my, you really guessed right."

The Holy Emperor's voice echoed in Lu Yueyuan's mind: "I can sense that Ji Cheng has gone far away, and the other guardians really don't move at all."

The Holy Emperor was naturally paying close attention to this operation to encircle and annihilate Ming Huaiwei.

Whether Lu Yueyuan is a madman driven mad by time or a true shrewd strategist capable of completing his plan, this battle will reveal the answer.

Now that Ji Cheng has said he's leaving, and Wei Daidan shows no intention of making a move, Lu Yueyuan has no way to escape.

He was about to confront his childhood sweetheart and reveal his true colors to her.

"Although my sword contains some of my divine power, it ultimately lacks authority. It can only slightly weaken Ming Huai, but it will be very difficult for you to seriously injure her."

Lu Yueyuan said, "No need, Arrogance is already in place."

"If you can't beat them, remember to call me, I'll possess you and cheer you on."

The Holy Emperor said, "Although I know you've fought this many times in the timeline, I still have to remind you that this time is different; the energy of the earth's veins has leaked."

The spiritual energy surged like a storm, mixed with the earth's ley line energy.

Ming Huaiwei will definitely go all out against the Holy Emperor's Broken Sword. At that time, the grand formation set up by Arrogance will definitely not be able to trap her. Moreover, once she discovers the leakage of earth vein energy, she will immediately realize that this is a good opportunity.

Lu Yueyuan was tossed about in the sky by the storm, using his spiritual energy to steady himself.

“Since it’s your weapon, even if you can’t win, you shouldn’t lose too quickly,” Lu Yueyuan said.

“That is,” the Holy Emperor said.

This time it was Lu Yueyuan's turn to ask her: "Are you willing to part with it?"

The Holy Emperor didn't speak, but Lu Yueyuan could sense that she seemed to be smiling. Not because she wanted to smile, but because smiling was all she could do right now.

In the depths of the endless dark sea, a solitary goddess stands, having abandoned everything—the past, glory… In countless timelines, all who believed in her have gone mad.

That sword still evoked memories for Him, and He murmured its name: "Wind and Thunder".

Even gods don't have names.

But in those memories called the past, Feng Lei witnessed everything—her first time flying on a sword, her first time constructing magic, her first awakening of celestial phenomena, her first battle…

She is not Him yet; her past, everything about her, all of her.

It witnessed everything before the gods were gods.

But now He sits in the dark sea, having long since abandoned the worldly past, and the wind and thunder have been silent here for many, many years.

The Holy Emperor said vaguely, "There's no such thing as being willing or unwilling to part with something."

"The wind and thunder will wash away the dust, and your name will once again resound across the land," Lu Yueyuan said. "Everyone will praise you."

"Hahaha, okay."

pat.

There was the sound of someone clapping.

“It’s here, Ming Huaiwei’s celestial phenomenon,” Lu Yueyuan said. “Her magical artifact is fused with the celestial phenomenon, and that contains power.”

"That looks pretty awesome," the Holy Emperor said.

At the Jiuyi Sect, Su Zhaoran exclaimed, "Was that Ming Huaiwei's extraordinary celestial phenomenon?"

Zhong Sifu nodded: "It's a pity, we won't get to see the good show."

The vortex of spiritual energy was guided to become a spiritual sea, and from the outside, this area had completely disappeared.

The giant's former location was replaced by a massive white sphere, its surface shimmering with a soft, ethereal light, like a full moon fallen to earth. No one could see what was happening inside, nor could any divine sense penetrate the barrier formed by liquid spiritual energy.

The world shrouded in the spiritual sea belongs to Ming Huaiwei.

She couldn't sense the presence of her two subordinates, but she could sense Lu Yueyuan's presence.

"Senior brother, are you alright?" she asked telepathically.

"It's alright," Lu Yueyuan said. "Can you handle it?"

"Don't worry, senior brother, it won't be long."

She transformed into a long white robe, the hem trailing behind her on the surface of the spiritual sea, stretching for several feet, and floating slowly with some non-existent rhythm.

These are her extraordinary phenomena and magical artifacts, and her powers are hidden within them.

"What have you done? Where are my men?" She floated in mid-air and came before the giant, with spiritual energy around her bowing down as if she were the only queen.

The giant roared, gathering divine power in its palm, and cleaved down with a single blow.

Strange phenomena in the heavens and earth bring clarity to the mind.

Ming Huaiwei raised her hand, and spiritual energy became a part of her soul. The giant stopped in mid-air, and the spiritual energy that had driven it was now strangling it.

boom.

This is the sound of divine power colliding with a vast spiritual sea.

It's like two men exchanging blows in a ring, neither holding back, determined to beat the other to death.