Within the Ancient Emperor Mausoleum, chaotic qi surged like a tide.
Li Qingshan flickered, and a faint halo of chaos appeared around him. After he activated the Lesser Chaos Art, his aura seemed to merge with the chaotic void, making his presence difficult to detect even with divine sense.
After his earlier encounter with that mysterious woman, he knew full well that the Ancient Emperor Mausoleum was no ordinary hidden realm. Every step could plunge him into an abyss beyond all hope of recovery.
Thus, he dared not let down his guard in the slightest. He spread his divine sense, sensing every ripple around him.
Soon, he picked up violent fluctuations of laws coming from the distance.
Those fluctuations carried a nauseatingly heavy scent of rouge and powder, interspersed with faint Buddhist chants. Razor-sharp streams of sword intent also soared into the sky.
"Is that Third Senior Sister?"
Li Qingshan's expression sharpened. He became a streak of chaotic light and shot toward the source.
In just a few breaths, he arrived above a valley shrouded in Buddhist light.
He looked up, and his gaze abruptly turned cold.
At the center of the valley, an enormous formation of Buddhist light slowly revolved. Its patterns were formed from pale golden Sanskrit characters, packed densely across the heavens, enveloping everything within a radius of dozens of li.
Inside the formation, Buddhist light intertwined with pink mist, filling the air with a decadent aura that made faces flush and ears burn.
Liu Qingying was trapped at the very center.
She wore a long blue-green dress, her ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall. Her stunning face was cold, and her valiant bearing radiated a compelling heroic spirit.
She held an ancient black sword across her body. Dark light flowed over its blade, as though countless