es blazed with a ferocious light as he raised his silver axe aloft. With a guttural roar, he charged forward, swinging the axe down towards Zhang Ruochin.Zhang Ruochin shook his head gently, his body..."Whoever dares to trespass into the Purple Palace shall be killed without mercy. [You can find almost any book you want here, it's much more stable than general novel websites and updates faster too, full text with no ads.]"

One of the Nine Heavens Xuan Nv, Cang Lan Martial Saint, rose from the shores of Heavenly Lake.

The combat prowess of Canglan Wusheng, the Martial Saint of Azure Waves, ranked first among the Nine Heavens Xuan Nü. She was the Empress's personal guard. She wore a Phoenix Flame Holy Armor, wielded a Burning Heaven Sword, her figure was extremely graceful, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, her face was exceptionally beautiful, and her fiery red hair burned like flames. Seen from afar, she resembled a peerless beauty-warrior god.

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Besides, all the holy beings in Ziwei Palace also took action, transforming into towering human figures, some shimmering with golden light, others burning with flames, and still others radiating brilliant clouds of colorful mist.

Countless giant palms, holy artifacts one by one, streaks of lightning, all surged towards the white-haired woman in the distance.

Someone broke into the Purple Micro Palace. It was their incompetence in the first place, and now they naturally need to do their best to make amends and eliminate the enemy before they reach the Yuanchu Holy Hall.

A white-haired woman stood above the sea of clouds, her skin as fair as porcelain, her eyes deep and serene. Her neck was incredibly long, giving her an otherworldly aura, like a fairy who had never tasted the smoke of human desires.

She looked on calmly, the attacks of the myriad saints in Ziwei Palace stopping as she ceased to play her flute.

A slender, boneless hand, delicately holding a bamboo flute, pointed towards the front.

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens, causing the very earth to tremble violently. There was a sense that everything was about to be overturned. Every attack was shattered by an invisible force, scattering in all directions.

At this moment, within the Purple Micro Palace, there were countless renowned saints, each spewing blood and fainting. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

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Even the peerless martial saint Canglan was drenched in blood, falling from the sky. He seemed about to plunge into the Heavenly Pool.

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"Wow"

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The holy woman of arts extended a slender hand, flinging the scripture of the Confucian sage, catching the delicate form of the martial saint Canglan, saving her.

The white-haired woman ceased her attacks and halted, a pair of deep, starlike eyes, like two boundless universes, fixed on the Empress who sat by the Heavenly Pond.

The Empress remained remarkably calm, her eyes betraying no emotion whatsoever. She simply said in a soft voice, "Lan You, it has been a hundred years since we last met, hasn't it"

"It was one hundred and thirty-one years and forty-four days." the white-haired woman said.

The Empress fell silent for a moment before continuing, "Every hundred years, you challenge me once, and each time you end in failure."

"So what As long as I'm alive, I'll definitely come back to kill you."

A chill emanated from the Empress, causing even the night sky of a full moon to be blanketed with goose-feather snow.

Snowflakes, like a waterfall, cascade down.

This can be seen, at this moment the empress is most enraged.

You are still alive only because this emperor has not decided to kill you. Last time, this emperor said that if you dared to come to the Purple Micro Palace again, he would show you no mercy.

"Can you still fight"

A white-haired woman with long hair flowing freely on her head, swaying like willow catkins without wind.

Perhaps throughout the entire world, only she dared to stand before the empress with such fearlessness, composure, and strength.

The Empress's red lips curled into a slight smile, her expression breathtakingly beautiful yet tinged with coldness. "You actually believe that this Empress can no longer make a move"

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After a while, the Empress said again: "Eight hundred years have passed, I thought you would be smarter than before, but I didn't expect that you are still so foolish."

"Is that so" the white-haired woman said.

"Everyone in the world wouldn't dare to enter Ziwei Palace, yet only you dare to come. Isn't that foolish"

The Empress's aura was incredibly powerful, surrounded by divine light and with auspicious clouds reaching the heavens. It seemed as if the entire Central Plains was bathed in her divine radiance.

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they are dodging the Heavenly Dao

"A woman with white hair said softly: “Others dare not come because they fear death. I dare to come because eight hundred years ago, my heart already died, and I no longer fear death. The reason I am still alive is because you are alive. Whether you can make a move or if you're avoiding heaven’s decree, today I will definitely come. Chi Yao, I have only one question for you: Do you remember Zhang Ruochen from eight hundred years ago”"

As soon as the three words "Zhang Ruochin" were spoken, the sage woman standing behind the Empress, whose body was adorned with scriptures, trembled slightly. Her beautiful eyes unconsciously turned towards the Empress, and she thought to herself, "Could it be that the Empress has some extraordinary relationship with the Holy Ming Prince from eight hundred years ago"

After Chi Yao ascended the throne, she secretly issued an edict to destroy all books about Zhang Ruichen. To this day, there are very few records of Sheng Ming, the Crown Prince.

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The Empress, however, appeared calm and composed. She smiled and said, "Zhang Ruochin... Such an ancient name. If you hadn't mentioned it, I almost would have forgotten who he was."

A white-haired woman walked step by step forward, soon arriving at the edge of the Heavenly Pool. She stood opposite the Empress, separated only by the water.

Both were peerless beauties, one the Emperor of Kunlun and the other the Saint Ancestor of Mingtang. Yet here they stood, facing each other, a clash seemingly inevitable.

The Queen fell silent, then after a long pause, said: "Lan You, I don't want to kill you. After all, of our generation, there are very few of us still alive. Go back. Don't force my hand."

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The Queen closed her eyes, revealing only a beautiful line of eyeliner. Her long, curved eyelashes quivered for a long moment before she spoke, "What if he's not dead yet"

At this, the imposing aura that had gathered around the white-haired woman instantly dissipated. Even the resolute expression in her eyes vanished without a trace.

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She stopped in her tracks, her eyes fixed on the Queen in the distance.

But the Empress closed her eyes, and it was impossible to see the emotions that flickered within them.

"What do you mean" the white-haired woman asked.

"It means nothing, I'm just asking you a simple question. You can choose to answer me, or you can choose not to." The Queen reopened her eyes and met the white-haired woman's gaze, appearing calm and composed.

I don't believe you, there must be something more to what you're saying.his palm, shooting out a dragon-shaped energy beam that struck Pei Ji's chest."Pfft!"Pei Ji's chest sank slightly, blood spewing from his mouth as he was sent flying backwards.A master's duel is like...