The Mystic Sect's Patriarch Ascends to Godhood Again

[Faithful couple + strong heroine + wild imagination + battles + feel-good story]

“Kill her. We must not let this scourge remain in the world.”

“Break the formation!”

As the words fell, a scorching wind swept over them, carrying the murderous intent of people facing certain death.

The young woman stood atop the ritual platform between black and white, seemingly deaf to it all.

Her ice-blue eyes reflected the crimson flames of karma as she stared straight at the man surrounded by holy light above.

“Do you know what you’ve done wrong?”

The young woman said nothing. She lowered her gaze to the demon kings kneeling in pools of blood.

Then she smiled brightly, slowly closed her eyes, and dissolved into a wisp of smoke that scattered on the wind.