"Hum!"
Li Qingyue moved.
Her jade feet trod the void as she soared into the sky, like an ethereal flying immortal untouched by the smoke and fire of the mortal world.
Three thousand strands of dark hair stirred, each like a dragon, while her robes fluttered, ethereal as clouds and mist.
Crystalline immortal radiance and spiritual grace swept through the heavens with them.
There was an indescribably transcendent air about her, as though a spirit had stepped out of an immortal mountain forest to stand proudly above the boundless mortal dust.
Yet the instant she struck, she became like a divine spirit, her presence swallowing mountains and rivers, her edge astounding the world.
With invincible, self-assured dominance, she displayed a peerless bearing and met everything head-on.
"Rumble..."
Li Qingyue gently raised her right palm. Her slender, jade-like fingers swept across the void like five long swords.
They cleaved through a region of space-time, forming a hand seal that bore down upon all the heavens.
Immortal radiance flowed through that hand seal, which could actually devour everything.
Wherever it passed, the void burst apart without a sound. Time itself seemed severed, and space seemed crushed into chaos.
In the end, all of it merged into the hand seal, becoming the source of its power.
This was a bearing of peerless invincibility.
With every movement, she seemed poised to crush the star rivers of all the heavens.
Even the three Heavenly Courts stretched across the universe's summit shook, as though about to shatter, their outlines blurring.
Their edges flickered into unreality, reverting to the origin of their lightning power.
"Gasp... what terrifying means!"
"The ten emperor arts united into one, and a mere Saint's attack actually surpassed a Saint King's?"
"Is this really a Saint's power?"
"The ten emperor arts united... even