One hour later:
Cui Moyang's red cloak gathered beneath her hair.
Chu Qing blasted apart Nangong's opponent. The Twelve Palaces turned, suppressing the Emissary of Heaven.
Nangong let out a sigh of relief, wiped away her sweat, and said sweetly, "That was so dangerous just now!"
Chu Qing nodded. "It was supposed to be dangerous!"
"That was an Emissary of Heaven."
Nangong chuckled. "So what? I'm not who I used to be."
"If they try sending an eyeball, a tongue, or something else after me again, I've got plenty of ways to deal with them."
She had improved tremendously.
Especially after receiving the empowerment of the Twelve Palaces and the Ancient Mythology title, her strength had skyrocketed.
In particular, with the Twelve Palaces situated upon Stone Ridge Mountain, their power was more than tenfold—perhaps even dozens of times—greater than that of others cultivating the Twelve Palaces.
Though she had traveled everywhere over the years, she had also cultivated bitterly.
She had even followed Chu Qing's example, cultivating realm after realm.
It was only that... her efficiency could not compare to Chu Qing's.
Still, her strength was far more terrifying than that of an ordinary Realm Ancestor.
"Moyang, what kind of technique is that cloak of yours?"
"How can it suppress an Emissary of Heaven so easily?"
Cui Moyang answered coolly, "A phenomenon!"
"A Dominator's phenomenon!"
Chu Qing's eyes widened.
Nangong was even more astonished. "You obtained a Dominator title?"
Cui Moyang paused, then said, "I don't know either!"
"When I woke up, I had gained a title, and this red cloak had appeared in my hair."
Chu Qing asked curiously, "What title?"
Cui Moyang smiled. "The Ninety Thousand Miles of Mortal Dust Ancient God Dominator Above the Firmament!"
Nangong muttered, "Your cloak is only thirty thousand miles at most!"
"And