The woman wore her hair up with a flower hairpin. Though she appeared to be nearing thirty, she remained incomparably graceful and beautiful.
Yet at this moment, her face was as cold as frost, lending her an even more otherworldly air.
A handsome young man with purple hair swept his sleeve, stepped forward, and sneered, "Even now, you still place your hopes in these flowers and weeds? You call them flowers of fortune, but in truth, they merely cling to life by relying on fortune. Once that fortune is severed, they will be the first to die! Besides, if you people hadn't offered yourselves in sacrifice to the flowers for so many years, they would have gone extinct long ago, wouldn't they? It's just like the Father God—who knows whether he still exists? I'm afraid your lineage will never see him again, even by the time you die!"
"Silence! How dare you show disrespect to my Father God!? Are you not afraid that your fortune will be severed and your Dao Foundation destroyed!?" the young woman shouted furiously.
The young man frowned and said coldly, "There's no need to wait for my Dao Foundation to be destroyed. I'm afraid yours will be the first to be severed!"
"God-Lord Qin Meng! Stop wasting words on her. Slaughter her entire clan and restore order to this universe of proving the Dao! I'll go first. Killing this little brat can count as us raising the battle flag for this expedition!" A beautiful young woman dragged out a four- or five-year-old girl by the back of her collar and held her up before all the immortals.
The immortals present erupted in thunderous cheers. Even the immortal beasts and all manner of fiends howled without pause!
"Mother! Mother! Save Wanwan!" The girl stretched out both