The seven Colorful Phoenix chariots tore through the void and galloped away towards Thirty-three Heavens.
Outside the chariot, chaos is surging, and the earth, fire, water, and wind are raging violently. If an ordinary Quasi-Saint were to set foot here in the flesh, they would be torn into pieces by the violent Chaos Qi within three breaths.
But above the phoenix chariot, there is the flow of the saint's Daoism, forming an absolutely safe pure land, isolating all chaos and danger.
However, the physical danger is isolated, but the terrifying pressure originating from Great Dao Origin, coming from the top of the life hierarchy, is pervasive.
The closer you get to the legendary Wa Palace, the more terrifying this pressure becomes.
It is not as sharp as a sword, but it hurts more than a sword.
It acts directly on the soul, acting on Dao Heart, like an invisible big hand, completely crushing people's will and dignity, forcing you to kneel on the ground and worship.
Inside the chariot, the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant.
Chang'e's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
She was originally Taiyin Star Lord, with a most feminine and soft temperament. At this moment, in front of the majestic, vast, and containing endless power of creation, Saintly Might, she felt as small as a grain of dust that would be blown away at any time.
Her delicate body was trembling slightly. If there wasn't a solid and warm chest beside her to lean on, she would have collapsed to the ground, unable to even maintain a sitting position.
She clutched Qin Feng's sleeve tightly, as if it was the only driftwood she could hold on to in the endless ocean.
Shi Ji on the other side, the situation is slightly better.
After all, she is an innate spiritual stone with extraordinary feet, and she is Jie Sect Disciple, with a tough mind and a war-like attitude.
Facing this terrifying Saintly Might, although she also felt her soul throbbing and had difficulty breathing, what was more, it was the competitiveness that originated from her bones that was aroused.
Within her body, an unparalleled fighting spirit was rising uncontrollably, faintly resisting the pressure of the saint.
Although this confrontation was like using a mantis as a chariot, making her whole body tense and sweat dripping from her forehead, her eyes were still stubborn and refused to give in.
Qin Feng hugged each other, showing the embarrassment of the two stunning beauties.
The saint's pressure, which was enough to make Quasi-Saint and later Great Powers tremble with fear, was like a spring breeze blowing on his face and had no impact on him.
Chaos Undying Body has long since eliminated all external pressure, his soul is as stable as a mountain, and he even has the leisure to savor the different touches of the two delicate bodies in his arms.
A body as gentle as jade, with a faint fragrance of osmanthus, but at this moment it was slightly cold due to fear.
A body with astonishing elasticity and full of strength is now stretched like a fully drawn bow due to resistance.
Qin Feng first lowered his head and looked at Chang'e, who was almost shrinking into a ball in his arms.
Looking at her pretty, heart-wrenchingly pale face, and her eyes misty with fear, Qin Feng felt soft in her heart.
He exerted a slight force on his arms and held Chang'e's soft body more tightly into his arms, allowing her to feel her steady and powerful heartbeat more clearly.
Immediately, Qin Feng came close to her crystal clear ear, and his warm breath blew on her auricle, causing a slight shiver.
A very soft sound that only two people could hear penetrated into Chang'e's ears.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
These four words, with an undeniable power of reassurance, instantly calmed Chang'e's heart that was about to jump out of his chest.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng's joking laughter sounded again.
"Besides, Nuwa is also a woman. As the saying goes, why should women make things difficult for women? Maybe she will be happy to see you so beautiful and accept you as a foster sister."
This almost teasing joke seemed particularly abrupt in such a tense and depressing environment.
Chang'e was stunned for a moment, and then the scene of the superior Saint Nuwa appeared in his mind involuntarily, holding his hand and calling "good sister" affectionately.
The scene was so absurd that her extremely tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
"Pfft..."
A chuckle escaped her lips, unable to hold it back.
This smile was like the ice and snow melting for the first time. Her pale face finally regained a trace of blush, and most of the fear in her eyes dissipated, replaced by a touch of touching shame.
Chang'e lightly punched Qin Feng and rolled his eyes at him angrily.
Rather than going to meet the saint, it was clearly like being taken on a sightseeing trip by him.
But for some reason, the boulder called fear in her heart was really moved away so lightly, leaving only a warm sense of security.
After comforting Chang'e, Qin Feng turned his eyes to Shi Ji on the other side.
He could clearly feel the fighting spirit in Shi Ji's body that was almost uncontrollable.
Qin Feng frowned slightly.
Going to see a saint with a fighting spirit is not called an audience, but a provocation.
He doesn't want his woman to be in trouble by Nuwa because of this kind of thing.
Qin Feng didn't speak, but stretched out his other hand, gently held Shi Ji's hand that was a little cold due to exertion, and squeezed her palm.
A Spiritual Sense is directly transmitted into the sea of consciousness of Shi Ji.
"Stop your fighting spirit. We are going to meet guests, not to fight."
This Spiritual Sense, with a hint of unquestionable command tone, made Shi Ji's heart tremble, and he subconsciously wanted to restrain his breath.
But she was arrogant by nature, and she felt a little unconvinced by Qin Feng's order.
However, before she could have any other thoughts, Qin Feng's next sentence, Spiritual Sense, sounded like a Chaos Divine Thunder deep in her heart.
"But don't worry, if she dares to embarrass you, I will dismantle her Wa Palace today!"
Boom!
Shi Ji's mind went blank for an instant.
She raised her head suddenly and looked at Qin Feng's side face with a lazy smile in disbelief.
Dismantled...Wa Palace?
That's Saint's Dojo!
He said it so lightly and so matter-of-factly, as if he was not talking about demolishing a Saint's Dojo, but talking about demolishing a thatched house owned by a rich man in the countryside.
This extremely domineering and arrogant declaration shocked Shi Ji.
She knew that Qin Feng was comforting her.
But looking at those calm and deep eyes, she felt very clearly that Qin Feng was not joking.
He really dares to do this and is really capable of doing it!
An indescribable warmth suddenly surged from the bottom of her heart, instantly overwhelming all her stubbornness and fighting spirit, and spread throughout her limbs and bones.
That feeling is more effective than any panacea.
The fatigue and stress caused by fighting against Saintly Might disappeared at this moment.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to be protected behind you without reservation.
It turns out that this is the feeling of having a backer who can fight for you against the whole world, even against saints.
Shi Ji's eyes were slightly hot, and the proud queen's heart was completely melted at this moment.
She no longer fought against the Saintly Might, but instead relaxed her body, just like Chang'e, leaning her whole body weight on Qin Feng, feeling the peace that was enough to make her ignore all wind and rain.