"Still strong enough to give people a headache!"
In the distance, Black Calamity could not help rubbing her forehead. Di Gongrui's strength was truly a headache.
Beside her stood the coffin-bearing girl. Expressionless, she first glanced at Di Gongrui, then at Black Calamity, before lowering her head.
No wonder her master had sent her to Dry Province. Of the Nine Provinces' talents, Dry Province alone claimed six of the eight measures.
One Black Calamity, first on the Calamity List, suppressing Golden Cores.
One Di Gongrui—good heavens. At the Foundation Establishment realm, she had actually entered the Heavenly List, a place only those in the three Golden Core realms were qualified to step into.
Truly, each one was more monstrous than the last.
Di Gongrui might look terrifying right now, scattering magical treasures as if they were gold beans, with spiritual power so abundant it barely seemed human—powerful beyond imagination.
But was Black Calamity any lesser?
No, she was not lacking in the slightest!
Setting everything else aside, she herself cultivated Yin Mountain's secret inheritance, the Heavenly Corpse Art.
Once one cultivated this art, the seven emotions and six desires would nearly vanish entirely, leaving behind only absolute calm and reason.
And what happened?
The other party had merely displayed the Heavenly Demon Myriad Forms a little, yet her supreme state of mind had been stirred, cracks appearing within it. Every kind of desire crashed into her heart, and she had nearly been left dazed.
After coming back to herself, the young girl had been thoroughly convinced. After all, talent was something with no logic to it. If you could not win, then you simply could not win.
But then what?
Because Black Calamity had taken an interest in the Heavenly Corpse Art, after a few encounters, Di Gongrui had used