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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Uriel, the god of the angels, had become an ascended divinity three thousand years ago. He was an extraordinarily talented and proud figure. Still, his anger soared after being ridiculed by Chi Yao, no matter how good his state of mind was.
Many light wheels appeared on his body, breaking free from the suppression of Chi Yao’s Divine Plane. He said, “I’ve long heard you killed a deity from the Infernal Court. With that, you shook the Celestial Court and even made the Celestial Palace look up to you. However, you’re too ignorant to dream of killing me.”
The two powerful divine auras were already fighting each other.
Chi Yao held the Blood Dripper and used it as a mirror. Looking at her own eyes and face on the sword, she said, “Uriel, you came to the Southern Sword Realm with Sarathiel, right?”
“How did you know?” Uriel’s eyes narrowed.
Uriel and Sarathiel had sneaked into the Infernal Court. Almost no one knew about it, and they even managed to hide it from the deities of the Infernal Court. Chi Yao was only a new deity who ascended a few years ago. How could she know their whereabouts like the back of her hand?
There was a conspiracy!
There must be a conspiracy!
Chi Yao smiled, then she said, “If it was Sarathiel, I really can’t guarantee that I would be able to keep him. After all, he has cultivated in the Fane of Dimension for many years and has profound attainments in the Path of Dimension. As for you, I really don’t think much of you.”
Uriel was filled with doubts. He had a faint feeling that something was wrong. He was anxious to escape and stop Sarathiel from bringing the deities from the Heavenly Realm to the Southern Sword Realm.
WHOOSH!
The seven pairs of wings on his back spread open and emitted an extremely bright radiance. They turned into a white divine pillar and flew out of the Divine Plane.
“Do you think that you can still escape?”
In an instant, Chi Yao blocked his path. A seven-colored divine light appeared on her snow-white skin. She was indifferent and otherworldly, like a banished immortal that did not exist in the mortal world.
“Get out of the way.”
Uriel didn’t show any mercy to her. His eyes were filled with awe. Between his hands, a materialized light wheel appeared.
The light wheel turned three thousand meters long. Countless Precepts of Light interweaved within. They spun and collided with the beautiful figure in front of him.
The power of the light wheel caused Chi Yao’s Divine Plane to shake violently. It shook as if it was about to shatter.
WHOOSH!
Chi Yao casually slashed out with her sword, creating a sword light that shot toward the horizon.
The sword light broke the light wheel and hit Uriel’s body. Although it didn’t break through Uriel’s Divine Plane’s defense, it sent him flying back.
“I told you you couldn’t do it. Why don’t you believe me?”
Chi Yao raised the Blood Dripper above her head. Countless Precepts of Swordsmanship gathered on the sword.
The vast Divine Plane turned blood-red in an instant.
“The Canon of Swordsmanship!”
Uriel was shocked. He looked up at the sky. Dense silver light patterns appeared on his forehead, forming an ancient and mysterious pattern.
A lightning streak containing endless divine power flew out from the silver pattern. It was like dozens of silver dragons entangled together, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws at Chi Yao.
“Slash!”
Chi Yao and the Blood Dripper merged into one and turned into a streak of blood light that flew out, destroying the silver flash.
The sword’s tip ruthlessly struck between Uriel’s brows, piercing half an inch deep.
The blood in Uriel’s body surged out by itself and was sucked in by the blood-red sword.
Uriel’s extremely handsome face became distorted. He uttered a long cry and spat out a purple-gold shield from his mouth. It was like a sharp blade as it slashed toward Chi Yao.
Chi Yao raised her wrist slightly and flicked her sword, sending Uriel flying.
Then, she swung her sword back and sent the purple-gold shield flying into the sky. While it was flying in the air, the shield was split into two.
Uriel retreated rapidly. Divine blood flowed continuously from the bloody hole between his eyebrows, and his divine aura dissipated.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!


Without giving him the chance to stabilize his injuries, Chi Yao slashed out one sword after another like a divine light.
Uriel didn’t have the strength to fight back. Even with his true god’s physique, he couldn’t block it. The sword wounds on his body kept increasing. His white divine feathers were dyed red, and he released angry roars.
Suddenly, Chi Yao stopped attacking and quietly stood to the side. She even put the Blood Dripper back into the sheath.
Uriel steadied himself. Divine Power of Light flashed, and all the wounds on his body disappeared instantly. His eyes were cold as he said, “You still can’t kill me.”
“You think just because I can’t kill you, and that’s why you’re not dead?” Chi Yao was a little surprised.
Uriel said with certainty, “I admit that you’re very powerful. I’m not your opponent. However, it is not that easy to kill a true god. Even if you have grasped some Canons of Swordsmanship with your current cultivation base, it is still far from enough to kill me. And the price of not being able to kill me is too high. You can’t afford it.”
Chi Yao sighed, “If all the gods in the Heavenly Realm were as self-righteous as you, it would be great.”
Uriel said, “Am I wrong?”
“You may not know this, but I’m a petty woman with a strong desire for revenge. I killed you with my sword because I didn’t want you to die too easily. I’ll use my sword to return every word you said to humiliate Zhang Ruochen to you. Do you still remember how many words you said and how many swords you took?” Chi Yao asked.
Uriel’s eyes darkened. He clenched his fists but didn’t act rashly. He knew that the woman in front of him was indeed competent. Now that he was trapped in her Divine Plane, it was as difficult as climbing up to the sky to escape.
Suddenly, he looked through the Divine Plane and saw Zhang Ruochen standing beside the three thousand-meter-long divine corpses at the bottom of the sea. He had a plan.
“Since you think highly of that weak ant, I’ll kill him first.”
Uriel grabbed a white halberd from the void.
On the halberd, numerous Supreme Inscriptions appeared. They exploded with Supreme Power.
They were both Supreme Saint weapons. In the hands of a god, the power burst out was thousands or tens of thousands of times more potent than in the hands of a Supreme Saint.
BOOM!
The white halberd seemed to have turned into a pillar supporting the sky. Each Supreme Inscription was like a river flowing, suddenly piercing Zhang Ruochen.
Cracks appeared on Chi Yao’s Divine Plane. It was about to be pierced.
“You’re really courting death.”
Chi Yao’s eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and her speed was as fast as light. Before Uriel could react, a palm landed on his chest and dented his red armor.
Uriel spat out divine blood and flew backward.
“Come back.”
Chi Yao grabbed Uriel’s wrist and dragged him back.
She changed her palm into a fist and struck him in the chest again.
WHAM!
A crack appeared on the red armor.
Bang Bang
Another 12 consecutive strikes pierced through the red armor. Blood flew out of Uriel’s chest, and he felt extremely depressed. He couldn’t even escape, much less use his strength to counterattack. He was completely crushed.
“Burn, my divine blood!”
Uriel’s eyes were cold and vicious as he shouted in his heart.
Whoosh
Countless sword Qi flew out from Chi Yao’s forehead, piercing Uriel’s godly physique into a sieve. Then, it exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist and fragments of divine bones.
Without giving Uriel a chance to reassemble his godly physique, a lotus flower that emitted chaotic light flew out from her snow-white palm and absorbed all the blood mist.
This lotus was the supreme treasure left behind by Saint Monk Xumi, the Chaotic Space-time Lotus.
Uriel was in the lotus and re-formed his godly physique. However, many Dimensional Rifts and Marks of Time kept attacking him, destroying his life force bit by bit.
“Chi Yao, you’d better let me go. Otherwise, Kunlun will be doomed forever. Billions of lives will die because of you,” Uriel’s voice roared in the lotus.
The Chaotic Space-time Lotus floated in Chi Yao’s palm. She said calmly, “Is that so? Can you decide the life and death of Kunlun? I only know that I can decide your life and death now.”
“You will regret it,” said Uriel.
“I want to erase you as soon as possible so that my ears can be clean,” said Chi Yao.
After thinking for a while, she took out a clay bottle, poured out a kind of golden flame from the bottle, and dropped it into the lotus.
This clay bottle was formed by the third Confucius forefather when he perfected the Major Path. Legend has it that after the clay bottle was formed, all the characters within a hundred thousand kilometers fell from the book’s pages and flew into it.
Billions of characters cast its soul.
Hence, this Supreme Treasure of Confucius was also known as the Bottle of Writings.
The flame in the bottle was collected by Chi Yao from the place where Huoshen had fallen. It was called the Refined Divine Flame. Legend had it that Huoshen had burned himself to death by the Refined Divine Flame he had cultivated, leaving behind only the Armor of the Fire God.
The Refined Divine Flame could burn Huoshen, so it was easy to refine a new god.
After Uriel finally stopped screaming, Chi Yao put away the Chaotic Space-Time Lotus and the Divine Plane. She descended to the bottom of the sea again and silently appeared less than 30 feet away from Zhang Ruochen.
She sat on broken rock and rested her chin on her finger. She looked at Zhang Ruochen quietly. She couldn’t help but laugh when she saw him threatening Master Ye You and the Seven-Armed Elder with Lord Ming.
She had been like this for a long time. Standing close to them, she felt like she had returned 800 years ago.
At that time, she and Zhang Ruochen were still at their youngest and most beautiful age. They had the purest love and the kindest heart. They hadn’t even killed anyone. They weren’t stained with the blood of any living creature. They were inseparable. They were filled with endless hope for the future.
Everything in the world at that time was good, beautiful, and pure. It was as if there was no evil or filth. There was no separation between life and death and no grief or sorrow.
She had never thought of parting with Zhang Ruochen. It was the same 800 years ago and is the same now.
But she knew that she could still be inseparable from him. It was only temporary. Eventually, they would be separated. One day, the Ancient Abyssal Blade and the Blood Dripper would clash.
However

So what?
At least that day had not come yet.
Chi Yao cleared her mind and took out a wooden comb. She combed her black hair and felt that she had never felt so relaxed and at ease in the past 800 years. She could unload all the burdens and responsibilities on her body.
To Chi Yao, her title, incredible power, and virtue can all be discarded. After she had left Kunlun. She just wanted to be a simple woman.
She would only be known as a simple woman, Yaoyao.
A young girl who seemed to have stopped at the age of sixteen!
Youth will never cease. It stays in the heart always.


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