“In Bai Shuang’s eyes, beauty was the most important thing in the world! No great Daoist cultivation compared to the importance of beauty! So he had always been obsessive about everything—from his overall appearance down to the smallest accessory on his robe. Everything had to be pursued for its beauty!
Therefore, he would never use a Communication Stone that looked like a plain rock. The Guzheng Communication Stone, with its unique design, doubled as a stylish accessory to his robe. When slung across his back, its rich literary aura was impossible to ignore!
“Mmm, pure aesthetic delight!”
“What? You say that as a god I have no use for such trivialities?”
“That is a grave mistake! Don’t forget, I, Bai Shuang, am a demon-race succubus! With my pursuit of beauty and my succubus nature, I have never lacked a top-ranked big sister! Any astonishing divine artifact or heavenly treasure—others would fight tooth and nail for it. But I need not involve myself; I simply tell my top-ranked big sister what I desire, and by the next day, it’s in my hands! Life is that easy! Beauty itself is a capital one can be proud of.
“On the path of cultivation, in my presence there are only won, never enemies, because my top-ranked big sister handles every foe! And this ti is no exception! Slaying a god is too coarse for —naturally, I’ll call on my top-ranked big sister!”
Bai Shuang was convinced that once she arrived, everything would be solved. “Even if she can’t, there’s always the second-ranked big sister or the third!” This was the source of his confidence.
As the Grand Limit Hall’s Divine Alliance Array shattered, a towering figure fell like a teor, landing steadily before Bai Shuang. The shockwave sent many lesser deities staggering. She stood nearly three ters tall, her muscles rippling. Her resolute face—if she were a man with a beard and a different hairstyle, anyone would have addressed her as a hero. Yet on a woman’s face, such features were startling!
Ye Yu, standing at the back, narrowed his eyes. “What a humanoid tyrannosaur!”
It was the first ti he’d seen a loose robe stretched into the semblance of armor—truly a marvel!
Above them, Xie Buyu’s expression darkened as she murmured, “Shenmu Rong Bihuai.”
Intrigued, Ye Yu used inner-voice transmission to ask, “Is this woman powerful?”
Xie Buyu glanced at him. Though his abrupt beating of Dongfang Yelai had been rude, perhaps he was not truly aligned with him. She explained, “Shenmu Rong Bihuai is a demon-race Divine Monarch–level powerhouse. Legend says her true form was an ancient locust tree that survived three lightning strikes, gained wisdom, and embarked on cultivation. She advanced like a battering ram into the Divine Realm. Thirty thousand years ago, when I began my secluded cultivation, she was already an early-stage # Nоvеlight # Divine Monarch. I t her once.”
Ye Yu sucked in a breath. “Damn! Is the battle really escalating this fast? This is beyond what I expected—ti for a strategic retreat!”
Rong Bihuai reached out, lifting Bai Shuang’s chin with a massive finger. “My darling, I truly missed you so much!”
Bai Shuang’s cheeks flushed with coy shyness. “Stop it! You’re so embarrassing!”
Their public display made everyone uncomfortable; so even vomited. One deity groaned, “Big brother, big sister, please stop showing off your divine powers! When beautiful people show affection, it’s ‘love and romance,’ but when ugly people do it, it ‘ruins the Divine Realm’s environnt’! If you ant to gross us out, congratulations—you’ve succeeded!”
Bai Shuang raised his orchid-like finger to his lips and sighed, “Darling, they’re so impudent!”
Indeed. Rong Bihuai twisted her head and glared coldly. In the next instant, a colossal locust tree sprouted around her, engulfing the three deities who had vomited—and in a heartbeat, they beca its nourishnt. The tree expanded, its canopy blotting out the sky above the hundreds of deities present. A chill wind swirled; everyone felt an unnatural cold.
Rong Bihuai opened her arms, cradling Bai Shuang. “Darling, why don’t we just kill them all? I don’t like their existence!”
“Of course,” Bai Shuang replied, “but I have a small request: Xie Buyu, up in the sky, must die. And that man down there must live!”
He pointed to Hong Zhencheng in the crowd. The declaration stunned everyone—including Dongfang Yelai. He had intended to plead for his disciple but never expected Bai Shuang to single out Hong Zhencheng. Was this the old scher Gou Langtu’s design? If so, Hong Zhencheng must truly an sothing to him.
The deities of the Grand Limit Hall stared curiously at Hong Zhencheng. “He’s on their side,” they realized. “They want us dead!” spat one forr comrade. “You bastard—after all I did for you, giving you divine fruits—and this is your thanks? Screw it, let’s fight to the death! Zhencheng, rember my face; I’ll never let you off, even if I die!”
Amid their accusations, Hong Zhencheng was speechless. He tried to explain, “No, it’s not like that! Listen to ! I really didn’t know this would happen, and I don’t understand why they’re treating differently!”
But none would listen. Xie Buyu swept her sleeve and announced coldly, “Divine beings of the Grand Limit Hall, I will open a path of escape for you. Depart now; if fate allows, we will et again!” She then brandished her Xuanba Shitian Axe and struck at the massive locust tree. The axe easily cleaved its branches, but at the trunk, its force dissipated—countless new limbs had already grown, fully enveloping the axe.
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