Soul Burial Abyss—miasma churned, and rotting bones lay everywhere among the jagged, grotesque rocks.
A slender figure leaned against a huge boulder at the narrow mouth of a mountain ravine. Her white robes were stained with blood, and her skirt was torn into fragments like broken butterfly wings, barely covering her body.
The woman possessed peerless beauty, her brows like distant ink-painted mountains and her eyes like autumn waters rippling beneath the waves. Yet her delicate brows were tightly furrowed now, and specks of beast blood dotted her pale cheeks, adding a touch of tragic beauty.
Though she was an Eternal Realm cultivator, she was surrounded by eight Level Eight Desolate Beasts comparable to late-stage or even peak Eternal Realm experts.
These Desolate Beasts were mountain-sized, their scales harder than refined steel. Their gaping maws bristled with savage fangs, and saliva dripped from between their teeth, corroding small pits into the ground.
The Lion-headed Serpent-bodied Desolate Beast at their head had even reached the peak of the Eternal Realm. Its roar shook loose pebbles from the ravine walls.
The woman gave a bitter laugh. It seemed this hurdle would be difficult to cross today.
But Leng Qingshuang was not one to resign herself to death.
With a crisp cry, she raised her hand and drew upon the spiritual power around her.
The pressure of the Eternal Realm spread like the sky collapsing over the earth, and the winds and clouds at the bottom of the abyss changed color.
Leng Qingshuang stepped atop the boulder. A silver sword appeared in her hand, spiritual light surging across its blade. In an instant, thousands of fierce Sword Qi shot through the air.
"Star Shatter Slash!"
In an instant, several world-destroying Sword Qi tore through the miasma and pierced the nearest wolf-shaped Desolate Beast.