"In the deepest reaches of infinite time and space, there is a scripture called the Yi. This scripture was born before Heaven and Earth and possesses unfathomable divine power. It is the beginning of all things, the king of ten thousand scriptures. Across all of Heaven, Earth, time, and space, fewer than five great powers have ever glimpsed even a trace of it."
"There are even legends that our entire world was condensed from the radiance of this scripture. All things are illusory; only this scripture is real."
"I possess a method derived from it, created by Heaven-Earth Jun, called Eight Aspects Demon Slaughter. It is a ritual: the Eight Aspects form an array, requiring eight Daoists and eight military generals. The Daoists represent the Void, the generals represent the earth, supplemented by the fate of a dynasty as its foundation. Once the ritual takes shape, it can draw down the suppression of Heaven and Earth, suppressing all methods..."
"By then, within the bounds of the ritual, everyone can rely only on their flesh to fight to the death. Supernatural powers will no longer be able to manifest!"
Within the spacious Daoist palace, Fan Qingmeng spoke unhurriedly.
Her past life had been far from ordinary, and as time passed, more and more of her memories awakened. Compared to the complete memories of her previous life, they were no more than a drop in the ocean, yet they still contained many useful things.
Or rather, some of the memories she had awakened had long been deliberately arranged—this method, for instance.
As her memories awakened and her power rose, her bearing and spirit had also become increasingly extraordinary.
If an ordinary man caught even a fleeting glimpse of her, he would likely never forget her for the rest of his life.
Even