Shrouding the Heavens: The Years I Was the Female Emperor's Strictest Master

Even when she was not devouring Exotic Origin, the divine power she cultivated by circulating the demonic art through her body constantly brought a certain degree of negative influence.

Unseen, it gave her an instinctive restlessness toward slaughter.

Yet her heart remained clear, especially after she met someone and took him as her master.

Those past ten-odd years had been crucial in shaping her temperament. In this lifetime of cultivating the demonic art, at least so far, she was far less bloodthirsty than she had been in the original course of events.

Although, following her separation from and the death of her master, the evil flood dragon within her state of mind had often surfaced lately, her past experiences still made her loathe the Saint Spirit's savage acts of wantonly massacring living beings.

That was different from the faint stirrings of killing intent within her.

What she desired was the baptism of blood brought by battle after battle, further transformation of her physique.

She wanted to grow stronger when faced with the strong, to fight cultivators above her level—not this kind of utterly inhuman slaughter.

The Human Race of the Central Region wailed in misery. Old men, the weak, women, and children—any human who encountered that Saint Spirit was spared by none.

"I... am still too weak..."

As the thought surfaced, Li Qingjue forcibly suppressed the agitation in her heart.

She then turned and left the Central Region, which had already become a place of turmoil, preparing to continue south and return to the Southern Region.

Even if she truly could not stand the Saint Spirit's actions, she knew even better how weak she was.

That Saint Spirit committing atrocities possessed the cultivation of a Saint King, while she had only just entered Immortal Platform. The gap between them was