She cried out excitedly in her heart, her tiny fists clenched tight as the mischief in her eyes grew stronger.
She took a deep breath. Her face, which had still carried a trace of childishness, instantly turned serious. Her hands flew swiftly, forming one intricate and profound hand seal after another.
As the seals shifted, the spiritual energy around her body began to surge violently. Dazzling streams of light emerged from her palms—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet. Seven-Colored Streamers intertwined like a brilliant ribbon, radiating a powerful aura that made hearts tremble.
This aura was not violent; rather, it carried an invincible force within its gentleness. It was precisely the Origin Power passed down through the direct lineage of the Desolate Saint Palace.
"Break!"
With a clear, silver-bell-like cry, Huang Xun'er pointed forward with a jade finger. The Seven-Colored Streamer immediately shot out like an arrow released from the bow, moving faster than the naked eye could perceive.
Like a fallen star crashing into the earth, it struck the void ahead with heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating force.
A thunderous boom rang out, and the entire sea of clouds churned violently. Countless clouds were scattered apart, revealing layer upon layer of barriers behind them, each flickering with golden light.
These barriers had been laid down by generations of predecessors from the Desolate Saint Palace. They were unbreakable, yet before Huang Xun'er's incomparably pure Origin Power, they were like paper mache.
Cracking sounds rang out without end as fissures spread across the barriers. Countless motes of golden light scattered like shattered stars, instantly swallowed by the surrounding sea of clouds.
In just a few breaths, dozens of powerful barriers were completely shattered. A pitch-black passage appeared before her, and from its other end came faintly discernible spiritual fluctuations—the aura of the outside