Ling Qingzhu

This was the Immeasurable Continent, Immeasurable City.

As the ruler of this place, the Immeasurable Ancestor was domineering and unrestrained. Though he was merely a Ninth Grade Supreme, no one here could stand against him.

"Little beauty, why put up such pointless resistance? What good will it do you?"

"This ancestor doesn't want to use force either. As long as you obediently submit to me, throughout the Immeasurable Continent, aside from beneath this ancestor, you'll stand above tens of thousands."

"Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

The Immeasurable Ancestor's eyes glinted with lecherous light as they brazenly roamed over the woman in white. His gaze held the teasing amusement of a cat toying with a mouse, while trash talk continuously spilled from his mouth.

The Immeasurable Ancestor was exceedingly excited. In all the countless years he had ruled supreme here, he had never encountered such a beauty.

Cold and radiant, elegant, like a flower blooming atop a lofty peak, forever beyond reach...

That subtle feeling greatly stirred the Immeasurable Ancestor's desire to conquer. Thus, he did not merely want to possess this woman; he wanted to completely conquer this flower of the high peaks.

The Immeasurable Ancestor had even begun thinking about how he would toy with her in the future. The thought alone excited him greatly.

The woman in white rested a hand on her longsword, her exquisite eyes lowered. She had no intention whatsoever of paying the Immeasurable Ancestor any heed.

She felt some regret. She had originally intended to enter the city and inquire about this world, as well as Lin Dong's whereabouts.

She had not expected that even in this world, there would still be such thugs and tyrants. The law of the strong devouring the weak truly applied in every world.

Her strength had been heavily suppressed.