Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 709 - 351: The First Meeting with the Empress Dowager_2

Chapter 709: Chapter 351: The First Meeting with the Empress Dowager_2

"I didn’t expect so many big shots to show up."

Xiao Lingqiu touched the disguise on his face and frowned deeply.

The Ghost Guard Captain whispered, "The former Witch God’s divination was indeed correct. The Taoist Ancestor really descended to show his spirit. Empress Dowager, this is your opportunity. As long as you seize the Taoist Ancestor’s remains, you can..."

"Shh."

Xiao Lingqiu raised a slender jade finger to her lips.

The woman walked to the stone wall along the corridor, touched it lightly, and scraped some moisture off with her fingertips, muttering suspiciously, "Strange, why is this place so damp? Where is the water seeping from?"

Before her voice had faded, cracks suddenly appeared in the stone wall.

Immediately, the entire ground began to shake violently.

Then, a torrent of water gushed out from the stone wall’s cracks.

The stone wall shattered with a deafening crash.

It was as if rivers and seas were collapsing, countless heavy waves mixed with rubble hurtling toward the two women.

This sudden anomaly also alarmed everyone outside.

Large swaths of the mountain forest began to collapse.

Heaven Master Chou, narrowly dodging Dugu Luoxue’s attack, staggered but quickly regained his footing, glaring furiously at Taoist Kumu amidst the violently trembling landscape:

"Kumu, you decrepit old fool, are you out of your mind, causing trouble at a time like this?"

Taoist Kumu retorted irritably, "This isn’t my doing."

"Dharma Aspect."

Xuanyuan Shugui spat out two words.

The group instinctively looked up at the Taoist Ancestor Dharma Aspect.

To their shock, the Taoist Ancestor’s golden Dharma Aspect was covered in fine cracks, resembling a porcelain piece on the verge of breaking.

At that moment, an enormous fist appeared above the Dharma Aspect.

The fist burned with intense flames, pressing the Dharma Aspect inch by inch downward, forcing it to lower its head.

——

Inside the burial chamber, the Taoist Ancestor’s face twisted ferociously.

His previously elegant eyebrows and beard drooped powerlessly, while his hair was in disarray, entirely stripped of his earlier celestial aura.

A golden radiance on Jiang Shouzhong’s chest showed hints of fiery red, like an object at extreme heat about to explode, instilling a sense of dread in the Taoist Ancestor.

Though he had ascended to immortality, even he couldn’t decipher this situation.

What exactly was hidden in this boy?

The Taoist Ancestor was baffled.

Grimacing fiercely, his gaze turned vicious as he declared, "I refuse to believe that a mere mortal can challenge me, an immortal!"

The Taoist Ancestor raised his hand and pressed it toward Jiang Shouzhong.

Around them, viscous black liquid boiled furiously, the space warping intensely like a sail ready to be torn apart.

Just as his hand was about to touch Jiang Shouzhong, the golden glow on Jiang Shouzhong’s chest suddenly contracted, its fiery hues deepening and harboring an ominous power.

"Not good!"

The Taoist Ancestor finally feared for his own safety and quickly retreated.

The next moment, the golden light surged explosively.

Like a long-hidden sun breaking through the clouds, it radiated with intense and ferocious energy.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Then, the silence shattered as the energy tore through the atmosphere, erupting in a deafening roar.

The golden light wave spread outward with unstoppable force, annihilating everything in its path.

The Taoist Ancestor had no time to react before being engulfed by the golden light.

Jiang Shouzhong, too, fell unconscious.

——

The wind howled, like the cries of ghosts.

Jiang Shouzhong staggered through the Red Sea.

Around him stretched an endless red desert, the sand lifted by the raging wind slicing his cheeks like razor blades, causing unbearable pain.

Soon, a massive mountain of skeletons stacked high appeared before him.

The jagged white bones, juxtaposed against the blood-red sandstorm, appeared sinister and terrifying.

At the base of the mountain, a long staircase of skeletal stones spiraled upward, seemingly leading either to the heavens or the Netherworld. From afar, the sight sent chills down the spine.

Jiang Shouzhong glanced at the Seven Kills Blade strapped to his back, took a deep breath, and began climbing step by step.

He entered a vast and chilling palace.

He arrived at a towering platform.

A high platform made of piled bones stood before him, atop which sat a blood-red throne.

On the throne sat a woman.

Her crimson hair cascaded like waterfalls of blood, her jet-black dress complemented her commanding posture. Her right leg rested over her left as she gazed indifferently at Jiang Shouzhong, exuding an overwhelming aura of arrogance.

Her face was obscured by a shroud of mist, making her features impossible to discern.

"I thought you were dead. I wasted so many days celebrating."

The woman’s black-red lips curled into a mocking smile. Her voice was as cold as ice, devoid of warmth.

Jiang Shouzhong slowly took down the Seven Kills Blade from his back, gripping it tightly.

Seeing this, the woman sighed softly:

"Feng Xi, Feng Xi, how far have virtues decayed? The future cannot be awaited, the past cannot be pursued. In a world of Tao, Saints are born. In a world of chaos, Saints survive..."

"Jiang Shouzhong, are you planning to become a Saint in this world without Tao?"

Jiang Shouzhong said nothing and continued forward.

The blade tip scraped across the ground, producing a harsh sound.

At first, he walked slowly; then, he began to jog, his pace quickening, sparks flying from the ground as the blade cut through.

He leapt high, raising the enormous Seven Kills Blade, and swung it at the woman.

The blade light burst forth, brilliant and blinding.

It split the dark Shura Land with a beam of light.

Strands of blood Qi swirled around the woman, like ghostly flames, adding an eerie and sinister atmosphere.

The blade light pressed down inch by inch.

The woman remained seated on the skeleton throne.

As the blood-red mist gradually dispersed, it finally revealed her stunningly beautiful yet chillingly cruel and sinister face.

The man trembled all over, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Jiang Shouzhong, I want to see if your heart... truly contains her."

The woman extended a pale, slender hand.

Splurt!

Effortlessly, she pierced the man’s chest and pulled out a bloodied heart.

——

Jiang Shouzhong jolted awake from a nightmare, finding himself lying in a puddle, his clothes half-soaked.

Darkness surrounded him, with only the occasional drip of water echoing through.

The chilling moisture caused him to shiver.

"What is this place?"

Jiang Shouzhong panted heavily, baffled.

The man felt nothing unusual about himself. He only recalled reading those strange characters before falling asleep.

As for the nightmare just now...

Jiang Shouzhong tried to recall, but the memory grew increasingly hazy.

Strange. He couldn’t remember.

Frustrated, Jiang Shouzhong slapped his head, gave up on trying to recall, wrung out his damp clothes, and began wandering, searching for an exit.

After walking for a while, he saw a faint glow ahead.

It came from mysterious, luminous three-petal flowers.

Using their dim light, Jiang Shouzhong noticed a figure lying in a puddle not far away.

Approaching, he realized it was a woman.

The woman’s face was ordinary, but her figure was rather voluptuous.

"Dead?"

Seeing the woman’s inert state, Jiang Shouzhong cautiously checked her breath and sighed in relief, "Still alive."

He lifted the woman from the puddle and leaned her against the corner of the wall.

Due to her soaked clothing, under the faint glow, her curves stood out distinctly, especially her tight bodice, which seemed ready to burst.

Jiang Shouzhong resumed searching for the exit.

But no matter how long he searched, he found nothing, as if trapped in an infinite void.

Soon after, the woman stirred awake.

As a capable Empress Dowager, Xiao Lingqiu showed no sign of panic or fear, calmly surveying her surroundings instead.

"You’re awake."

Jiang Shouzhong squatted before her and asked, "Who are you? What’s your name?"

Upon seeing Jiang Shouzhong, Xiao Lingqiu’s pupils finally flickered, revealing a heavy killing intent.

However, she quickly buried that murderous intent.

Attempting to move her sore body but finding herself powerless, she took a steadying breath and coldly asked Jiang Shouzhong, "Where is this?"

Jiang Shouzhong shrugged, "I have no idea. Maybe we’re in one of the secret chambers of the Taoist Ancestor’s burial chamber."

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