In that moment, Lin Fan was stunned, utterly shocked by the news.
"Why would Pretty Big Sis storm the Western Sect?!" he asked, bewildered.
Yue Chan shot him an exasperated glance, her tone tinged with a hint of sourness. "Isn't it because of what happened in the Spirit Realm? The Western Sect's sneak attack on you with the Soul-Suppressing Bell."
"Oh, that…" Lin Fan blinked, caught off guard. He hadn't thought much of the incident, planning to settle the score himself later.
After all, his talk of stripping Jin Chan's wings to make a robe wasn't just bravado—he genuinely had that intention.
But he never imagined Pretty Big Sis would be so fierce, charging to the Western Sect on his behalf to deal with the sneak attacker.
"No way, I've got to do something too!"
Sumeru Province
This was a vast province teeming with life, home to countless races and cultivators, a flourishing land where a hundred flowers bloomed in harmony.
At its heart stood a formidable power that made even the Upper Realm tremble—the Western Sect.
The sect was perched atop a range of towering mountains that pierced the clouds, their grandeur awe-inspiring. Gazing upward, the peaks were wreathed in mist, sometimes drifting like delicate silk, other times churning like thick smoke.
When the temples atop the mountains radiated Buddhist light, the clouds would shimmer in vibrant hues, dreamlike and breathtaking, as if one had stepped into an immortal realm.
At night, the stars blazed brilliantly, like gems embedded in a dark velvet sky, so close it seemed you could pluck them with a hand.
Yet today, this sacred land was invaded—an event so rare it would surely shake the Three Thousand Provinces, a monumental affair.
"Why do you trespass upon our mountain gate, friend?" A grand voice boomed, resonating through heaven and earth, steeped in majestic authority.
From the central, grandest temple emerged a Six-Zhang Golden Body, filling the heavens with boundless golden light and radiant auspicious clouds.
It was the Western Sect Leader, seated in the void like a colossal divine statue, his body golden, his presence solemn and compassionate, exuding sanctity.
"Hand over the culprit," Qing Yao said coldly, her exquisite face icy, her aura equally formidable. Snowflakes drifted around her, and auroras danced in the sky.
In an instant, the world shifted from day to night, a bright moon hanging high. She stood like a fairy from the lunar palace, ethereal and otherworldly, casting a cascade of silver light.
"The actions of my sect's disciple were indeed wrong. I have disciplined them, and it will not happen again," the Six-Zhang Golden Body said softly.
"Junior sparring is one thing, but a sneak attack from the shadows? This cannot be brushed aside," Qing Yao replied, her voice like celestial music, enchanting and clear.
Yet her tone was unyielding, resolute that she would not rest until the offender was surrendered.
"Can we not let this pass, friend? I am willing to compensate your disciple," the Six-Zhang Golden Body offered, his eyes tinged with surprise. To think she would come in person, demanding justice for a junior.
"No. A life for a life," Qing Yao declared, her killing intent absolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Then we have no choice but to settle this with a fight." The Six-Zhang Golden Body radiated Buddhist light, divine brilliance soaring to the heavens.
Clearly, he intended to protect his disciple, willing to wage battle rather than surrender them easily.
This concerned the dignity of his sect and his own reputation.
If he handed over the offender to be slain, the Western Sect's standing would plummet. Who would join a sect that cowered before the Heaven Mending Sect?
"Should've done this from the start. Enough talk!" Qing Yao's eyes gleamed with frost, her Taiyin power surging, freezing the entire region in thick ice.
The Six-Zhang Golden Body said no more. With a wave of his hand, a golden arched bridge appeared, stretching from the mountain to the cosmos, and he gestured for her to proceed.
Qing Yao ignored him. A river of Taiyin divine power formed beneath her feet, extending into the heavens. With a single step, she vanished into the starry sky.
"This junior is remarkable," the Six-Zhang Golden Body remarked with a sigh, before ascending the golden bridge in a flash of light, heading beyond the domain.
Boom!
In the next moment, a cataclysmic battle erupted in the starry sky, its terrifying shockwaves reverberating through Sumeru Province, Heaven Mending Province, Heaven-Severing Province, Wood Province, and beyond.
The mightiest beings in nearby regions sensed it, turning their gazes toward the spectacle.
"Huh, why's that woman fighting the old bald donkey?!" In Heaven-Severing Province, a woman with flowing green hair spoke, her beauty enchanting, her charm innate.
This was the Old Witch of the Heaven-Severing Sect, a contemporary of Qing Yao. Much like the current witch and Yue Chan, they had been fierce rivals in their youth.
"There's got to be a big secret here. Things that catch her attention are rare," the Old Witch mused, her voice sultry and bewitching.
Her intuition was uncanny, having guided the Heaven-Severing Sect through numerous crises. Her words were often prophetic.
She summoned her people to investigate recent events.
"Looks like that kid's no ordinary talent to earn such devotion from her… Could it be…" she muttered, her eyes widening in shock, startling even the current witch.
Beyond the Domain, in the Starry Sky
Behind the Six-Zhang Golden Body, a golden disk glowed, ancient and sacred. The surrounding void cracked endlessly, stretching tens of thousands of li, a terrifying sight.
At that moment, he extended a yellowish hand, rapidly enlarging until each finger was like a pillar holding up the heavens, vast beyond measure.
In an instant, the giant hand enveloped the starry expanse where Qing Yao stood, imprisoning her within.
This was none other than the World in the Palm, far surpassing Jin Chan's version. It had reached the level of plucking stars and grasping the heavens themselves.
Whoosh!
A piercing sound rang out. Qing Yao formed a hand seal, laws flowing, runes weaving densely. A true phoenix materialized, its wings like swords, soaring skyward to shatter the World in the Palm.
With a boom, the silver phoenix pierced through endless chaos, tearing a massive rift that rapidly expanded, annihilating the space.
"No need for further probing. Let's end this quickly," Qing Yao said calmly, unfazed by the renowned Western Sect Leader.
In that moment, her robes fluttered, her beauty peerless, as if she had stepped out of a painting.
Taiyin qi surged around her, radiating bone-chilling cold. In an instant, it engulfed the starfield, freezing one star after another, even the shattered void.
The heavens turned white, accompanied by lightning, black flames, the cries of a true phoenix, and the roars of a celestial dragon, all radiating eternal light.
Clearly, she was unleashing a supreme technique, its phenomena world-shaking. With dragon and phoenix in harmony, its power was unparalleled, its aura terrifying.
"To think you've reached this level!" the twenty meter Golden Body exclaimed.
He realized that the junior of yesteryear had now joined the ranks of the mightiest sect leaders, rivaling ancient figures who had lived for millions of years, a true titan.
Moreover, her youth was a tremendous advantage, her life force vibrant, her future boundless.
At that moment, the void blazed with golden light, the Six-Zhang Golden Body's divine radiance intensifying. He chanted scriptures, unleashing a peerless divine ability.
His arms glowed brightest, sprouting countless more—thousands in total.