The Great Thousand World was vast and boundless. Far beyond Heavenly Evolution Sacred Island, on an ancient continent known as Wanwan Divine Mountain, a frustrating yet absurd legend had recently begun to spread.
According to legend, a little terror had arrived here.
"Stop right there! You little brat! Give back the Wanwan Sword Soul!"
"Damn it! That is a divine artifact this old man has nurtured for three thousand years!"
"Stop her! Don't let her get away!"
"My Purple Lightning Thundercloud! My Lightning Tribulation Divine Liquid! She cleaned them all out!"
At the main peak of the towering Wanwan Mountain Range, where sword intent pierced the heavens, chaos reigned. Several figures with immense auras—at least late-stage Earthly Sovereigns, and even Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereigns—were furiously chasing a nimble, petite figure through the forests and skies.
She was a little girl who looked no more than nine years old. She wore a gorgeous multicolored dress that shimmered with light, as though it had gathered every brilliant color in the world. As she sped along, her skirt spread like a peacock's tail, refracting dreamlike halos beneath the sunlight.
She was exquisitely adorable, her skin crystalline and snow-white, her features as delicate as Heaven's most perfect creation. Her amethyst-like eyes blinked mischievously, full of cunning and liveliness. Her tiny nose was high and dainty, while her rosy lips curled into a playful smile.
Though still so young, she already showed hints of beauty capable of toppling kingdoms in the future. She was like a little fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.
She was the "Little Demon Lord"—Little Lingxi.
At that moment, she hugged a struggling green ball of light that radiated fierce sword intent—the Wanwan Sword Soul—in her arms. In her other tiny hand, she gripped a crackling jade bottle filled