As the smoke and dust cleared.
Only a pale cyan phantom fled in panic from the blood mist.
It let out a shrill howl, turning into a streak of light as it desperately fled toward the depths of Spirit Mountain.
It could not understand why the young girl had suddenly turned hostile.
But how could it have time to think about that now?
So long as its Primordial Spirit remained, there was still a chance of survival!
But in the next moment.
The lingering glow of the crimson moon, which should have dispersed, did not fade.
Instead, it gathered once more.
"Sever."
Whoosh—!!!
The blood blade cleaved through the sky, crossing a thousand miles in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, it had caught up to that cyan streak of light.
"NO—!!!"
Splat.
After that soft sound.
The streak of light dispersed.
[Killed a Tower-Climbing Realm Demon Emperor. Obtained 856,400 years of Dao Cultivation.]
The cold notification sounded in her mind.
Jiang Yuechu's expression remained calm as she slowly raised a hand.
The Demon Emperor's essence blood raining down from the sky, along with the fragments of its Primordial Spirit that had just scattered—
All of them were drawn in at that moment, transforming into a rolling torrent that surged toward the girl.
Great swathes of black mist also poured forth, carrying the Demon Emperor's remnant soul as they forcibly seized its demon soul and drew it into her body.
In mere moments.
Her cultivation, already at its bottleneck, broke through beneath the wash of that immense energy like bamboo splitting before a blade.
Her aura rose steadily.
Until—
The seventh level of the Tower-Climbing Realm!
The girl slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Feeling the changes within her body, a trace of satisfaction finally