Lihua Fangji

When the sword fell, the world became quiet. It's not a description, it's really quiet. The wind stopped, the clouds stagnated, and even the sound of the distant mountain-protecting formation stopped at this moment. Because this sword does not belong to any spell, any law, or any known power system. It is a punishment personally delivered by Heaven, an "unsolvable problem" tailor-made for Chen Ningxue - she is the controller of the rules, and this sword is not within any rules. Cannot be banned. Unable to transfer. No exemption. Chen Ningxue watched the sword light fall straight down from the end of the sky, killing her all possible way out. The power of her rules opened seventeen realms all over her body. Wherever the sword light passed, the seventeen realms shattered into pieces like tissue paper. Behind her is Pei Guhui, who was backlashed by heaven and had all his meridians cut off. Pei Guhui was half kneeling on the ground, blood gushing out from his seven orifices, staining half of his face red. He used his last breath of strength to roar: "Let's go... Chen Ningxue, let's go..." Chen Ningxue did not look back. She glanced down at her hands. There is still the last trace of the power of rules lingering on the fingertips, like a candle that is about to burn out. At this moment, she suddenly remembered many things. I remembered the first time when I used "justice and integrity" in the outer gate hall to force Steward Zhou to confess his crime, the plaque was covered with dusty golden light. Thinking of the disbelieving looks in the eyes of those geniuses at the sect conference. She remembered that Buddha asked her: "What exactly are you cultivating?" She didn't answer at the time. Now she knows. What she cultivates is not strength, realm, or invincibility.