Song Yu!

"That giant turtle, that Poison Jiao."

"In that world, they were true regional overlords—terrifying beings who dared confront the great human cultivation sects head-on."

Listening to Snow Emperor, Ice Empress wore a complicated expression as well.

She longed for that kind of power, longed to break free from the endless constraints of heavenly tribulations.

But she had also clearly seen the cruelty of that world.

"But Sister Snow, the humans in that world are far too terrifying."

Whenever Ice Empress recalled the sword-division technique used by that young man in white, a chill ran through her heart.

"An ordinary inner sect disciple possessed such earth-shaking means of slaughter."

"If we were transported into that world and encountered those even more powerful old monsters..."

"Our ice and snow essence would likely become premium materials for them to refine magical treasures and medicinal pills."

Snow Emperor nodded slightly, a bitter smile appearing on her stunning face.

"Yes, it is a world where the weak are prey to the strong."

"Higher dimensions crush lower dimensions. There is no reason to speak of."

"We rule supreme here, but if we went there, we might be nothing more than slightly more valuable prey."

"But even so..."

Snow Emperor's gaze gradually became resolute as she looked into the distant snowstorm.

"If I had the chance, I would still like to see that vast world for myself—to witness what kind of magnificent sight the true Great Dao leading to heaven truly is."

The images in the sky began shifting once more as the viewpoint switched.

The perspective of the final slot was finally enlarged at the center of the screen.

Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, Hu Liena.

As golden light flickered, new notification text appeared on the screen.

[Current livestream perspective locked: Spirit Hall, Level 51 Soul King, Hu Liena.]

[Transmission location: Mortal Cultivation World, Human Realm, Southern Heaven Cultivation World, Stream Kingdom, outside the gates of Falling Cloud Sect.]

As the words faded away, the image suddenly brightened.

A vast mountain range, brimming with spiritual beauty and majestic grandeur, appeared before the people of Douluo Continent.

Its peaks towered into the clouds, piercing the heavens.

Amid the swirling mist, elegant immortal pavilions could faintly be seen built along the mountainsides, like a scene from a heavenly realm.

Immortal cranes occasionally flew through the air, their clear cries echoing out.

Streaks of multicolored light darted back and forth through the sea of clouds. They were Falling Cloud Sect cultivators flying on their artifacts.

The air was filled with natural spiritual energy so dense it seemed almost tangible. Even merely looking through the screen made one feel refreshed and at ease.

Hu Liena landed in a patch of soft spiritual grass.

She swiftly flipped herself upright, her neat short golden hair fluttering in the breeze.

Her incomparably beautiful face was filled with deep vigilance.

As Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, raised with countless resources and Bibi Dong's direct disciple, Hu Liena's mental fortitude far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Rather than panicking and shouting like the others, she immediately lowered her body and surveyed her surroundings.

The spiritual energy here is so dense. Even breathing makes it feel as though the soul power within my body is circulating and increasing on its own.

Hu Liena was secretly astonished, but her body did not relax in the slightest. Every muscle remained taut.

Just then, two unhurried sets of footsteps sounded from the mountain path ahead.

Two young men in moon-white robes approached while chatting and laughing.

They looked barely over twenty, yet the auras they gave off were as unfathomable as an abyss, making it impossible to gauge their depths.

They were outer sect disciples of Falling Cloud Sect responsible for patrolling the mountain gate formation.

"Hm? Why is there a mortal woman outside the mountain gate formation?"

One of the young men, tall and lanky, stopped walking and looked at Hu Liena standing on the grass with surprise.

The other young man, somewhat plump, also walked over.

He looked Hu Liena up and down, his gaze lingering briefly over her voluptuous figure and seductive features as his brows furrowed slightly.

"No spiritual roots, and no fluctuations of spiritual power within her."

"Still, her vitality is far more vigorous than that of an ordinary mortal. She looks like she has practiced worldly martial arts for a few years."

The plump young man looked at Hu Liena and asked coldly, "Who are you? How did you lose your way within the mountain range of my Falling Cloud Sect?"

At the words "Falling Cloud Sect."

Hu Liena's heart tightened as well.

She knew she had encountered cultivators in this world.

Remembering the cruel methods those people had used before, killing at the slightest provocation and extracting souls, she knew she absolutely could not confront them head-on and had to rely on her wits.

Hu Liena took a deep breath and suppressed the tension in her heart.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and her originally clear gaze instantly became moist and dreamy.

A faint pink mist quietly emanated from her body, drifting toward the two men opposite her.

"Two immortal masters..."

Hu Liena's voice became soft enough to melt the bones, carrying an innate seductive charm.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes shimmering as though an invisible force were tugging at one's mind.

This was her greatest skill, combined with the innate Charm bestowed by her top-grade fox martial soul.

On Douluo Continent, even high-level soul masters with the strongest willpower would lose focus for a moment if caught unprepared.

She intended to use Charm to control the two of them first, learn something about this sect, or seize the chance to escape.

However, she had severely underestimated the vigilance of cultivators.

Nor did she understand what "divine sense" truly meant in this world.

Just as the pink mist was about to touch the two young men.

The taller young man snorted coldly, and a piercing gleam suddenly burst from his eyes.

An invisible spiritual force, like a heavy hammer, slammed fiercely into the Charm fluctuations emanating from Hu Liena.

"Hmph, such petty tricks, and you dare show them off before us cultivators!"

The taller young man did not even use a magical artifact. With a casual sweep of his divine sense, he completely dispelled Hu Liena's Charm.

Hu Liena felt a tearing pain explode in her mind.

It was as though a scorching steel needle had been viciously driven deep into her brain.

She groaned, a trace of bright red blood spilling from the corner of her lips. Her entire body staggered back several steps uncontrollably, her face filled with horror.

"How is that possible..."

Stormy waves surged in Hu Liena's heart.

"My Charm can even affect Soul Emperors. He broke it with just one look?"

The chubby young man sneered as well, a hint of killing intent appearing on his face.

"You have no magical power, yet you know such rudimentary illusion techniques and seductive arts."

"It seems this mortal woman has some unspeakable secrets too."

"You trespassed into Falling Cloud Sect territory and even dared use seduction arts on disciples patrolling the mountain. You truly have a death wish!"

As he spoke, the chubby young man mercilessly slapped the storage bag at his waist.

A cyan flying sword flashing with cold light instantly shot into the air and hovered overhead.

Its tip pointed directly at Hu Liena's throat, its fierce killing intent flickering unstably.

Hu Liena's face turned pale as paper.

Feeling the fatal threat emanating from that flying sword, she knew that with a single thought from him, she would be separated from her head.

The cyan flying sword hovered in midair, its tip less than an inch from Hu Liena's fair throat.

The icy sword energy spilling from the magical artifact easily cut through the skin on her neck, and a drop of bright red blood slowly slid down her pale neck.

Hu Liena even stopped breathing.

She felt like a tender piece of meat on a chopping board, her life and death entirely resting on a single thought from the chubby young man opposite her.

"Those who trespass upon the mountain gate shall be executed according to the law."

The chubby young man sneered, curling his fingers slightly as he prepared to activate the sword technique and pierce the throat of the mortal woman before him.

Inside Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong suddenly rose to her feet, nearly knocking off her noble papal crown.

Her jade-white hands gripped the railing before her tightly, her nails digging deep into the hard wood as her eyes instantly reddened.

"Nana!"

This was the disciple into whom she had poured all her heart, whom she regarded as her own daughter.

Would she, like Zhao Wuji, die today as a bug without even a shred of dignity in this cruel world?

At that very critical moment.

A sudden change occurred.

From the sea of clouds ahead came a faint, exotic fragrance of orchids.

Immediately afterward, a snow-white brocade handkerchief emerged from the clouds like an immortal flying in from beyond the heavens.

The handkerchief looked light and soft, yet it carried an overwhelming spiritual pressure. With a casual flick, it struck the azure flying sword.

Clang!

A crisp clash rang out.

The flying sword, which had been brimming with killing intent, let out a mournful cry as if struck by a massive hammer. It was sent flying backward and plunged heavily into a distant rock.

The fat young man suffered a backlash from his magical artifact. He groaned, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Yet not only did he not dare to get angry, he and the tall young man beside him both had their legs give way. With a thud, they dropped to their knees in the grass.

Their entire bodies shook like sieves, their foreheads pressed firmly to the ground. They did not even dare to breathe loudly.

"Outer Sect mountain-patrolling disciples pay respects to Elder Song!"

As the two shouted with the utmost reverence, the clouds slowly parted.

A woman clad in an elegant palace gown, gentle and breathtakingly beautiful, descended slowly from the sky while standing atop a white cloud.

She appeared to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Her skin was fairer than snow, and beneath her noble, graceful bearing was a cold aloofness that brooked no disrespect.

There was not the slightest trace of spiritual power emanating from her, making her seem like an ordinary young lady from a prominent mortal family.

Yet everyone present, including the powerhouses of Douluo Continent beyond the light screen, could feel an oppressive force rising from the depths of their souls.

Falling Cloud Sect, an Elder of the Core Formation stage.

Song Yu!

Standing on the white cloud, Song Yu paused in midair. Her cool, beautiful eyes, as though they could see through the river of time itself, casually swept over the two kneeling disciples.

"This is a sect stronghold. What kind of behavior is all this shouting and commotion?"

Song Yu's voice was soft and melodious, yet it carried the majesty of heavenly law.

The two disciples broke out in cold sweat. The fat young man hurriedly explained in a stammer.

"Reporting to Elder Song, this mortal woman somehow trespassed into the outer perimeter of our sect's grand formation. She even attempted to use seduction arts to control this disciple just now."

"This disciple suspects that she is a spy sent by an enemy sect and was preparing to execute her on the spot!"

At those words, Song Yu's lovely brows rose slightly.

Her gaze shifted and settled on the still-shaken Hu Liena.

With just one glance, Hu Liena felt as though all her secrets had been laid bare—her meridians, martial soul, and even the flow of blood through her body.

"No spiritual roots, nor even a trace of spiritual power."

A rare hint of surprise appeared on Song Yu's cool face.

She extended her slender jade hand and made a gentle grasping motion toward Hu Liena from afar.

Hu Liena felt her body grow light. She flew uncontrollably through the air and landed steadily upon the white cloud before Song Yu.

"Her bone age is under twenty, yet her vital energy and blood are abundant. More importantly..."

A glimmer of wonder gradually appeared in Song Yu's beautiful eyes.

"She actually possesses the legendary Innate Seductive Bones?"

In the cultivation world, all manner of special constitutions abounded.

A constitution like Innate Seductive Bones was an invaluable treasure, whether for cultivating certain special techniques or serving as a superior dual-cultivation cauldron.

Song Yu looked at Hu Liena as though she were gazing upon a flawless piece of uncut jade crafted by nature itself.

"No wonder a mere mortal like you could use an illusion technique that affects cultivators."

Song Yu chuckled, her tone carrying a hint of realization.

"But little girl, do you know that in the cultivation world, the foundation of seduction arts and illusion techniques is spiritual sense?"

"You possess such an exceptional seductive constitution, yet you do not know how to use spiritual sense to support it. Relying only on the faint aura emitted by your body may be enough to deal with Qi Refinement cultivators."

"But against someone with even a modest foundation in spiritual sense, they will naturally see through your tricks at a glance."

Listening to Song Yu's assessment, Hu Liena did not fully understand, but she could tell that there was no killing intent in the other woman's words. Instead, there was even a trace of appreciation.

She was an exceptionally clever woman and immediately seized this lifeline.

Hu Liena dropped to both knees on the white cloud and respectfully kowtowed.

"This girl is Hu Liena. I accidentally lost my way in these deep mountains and offended your immortal sect."

"I beg you, Immortal Sister, to show mercy and save this girl's life!"

That cry of "Immortal Sister" was sweet and melodious.

The smile in Song Yu's eyes deepened.

She herself was a great cultivator of the Falling Cloud Sect, exalted above all others. Her disciples normally regarded her with the reverence and fear due a deity.

Although this little girl was a mortal, she had a spark of cleverness and tenacity in her bones that suited Song Yu's taste perfectly.

"This little girl's constitution is just right for cultivating my long-abandoned Heavenly Fox Secret Canon."

"Though she has no spiritual roots, it would not be difficult to use heavenly treasures to cleanse her essence and marrow, forcibly building her a pseudo-spiritual root."

After secretly weighing it over, Song Yu made her decision.

"To meet is fate."

With a sweep of her sleeve, Song Yu lifted Hu Liena from the ground.

"Since you have entered my Falling Cloud Sect's territory and possess such a rare constitution, I shall make an exception and accept you as a registered disciple."

"Come back to my cave abode with me."

After saying that, Song Yu did not spare so much as a glance for the two mountain-patrolling disciples below, who stood frozen in shock.

She directly rode the white clouds, transforming into a streak of rainbow light as she carried Hu Liena toward the depths of Falling Cloud Sect's mountain gate.

Douluo Continent.

Spirit Hall, Papal Hall.

Watching Hu Liena be taken away by Elder Song, whose strength was unfathomably profound, Bibi Dong let out a long breath.

Her whole body seemed to go limp as she slumped weakly onto the Pope's throne.

"She survived... Nana not only survived, she even joined that immortal sect."

A glimmer of tears rose in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Since the heavenly screen had appeared today, this was the first turn of events that could be considered good news.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance and both breathed sighs of relief.

"Your Holiness, the Holy Maiden is blessed by fate."

"Elder Song has taken a liking to the Holy Maiden's constitution. In that Falling Cloud Sect, she will surely be able to learn genuine immortal cultivation arts."

Hearing her subordinates' consolation, Bibi Dong did feel fortunate, yet deep within her heart, an unprecedented sense of powerlessness surged forth.