At the Ninth-Level Emperor Pass, a world-shaking battle had drawn to a close, and victory and defeat between its two heroines had been settled beyond doubt.
High above the heavens, Qingyue stood with sword in hand, her entire being like an unsheathed Immortal Sword, a stern aura radiating around her.
On the Sole True Path, however, Lingxian lay collapsed on the ground, grievously wounded. Her eyes brimmed with venom, and her once graceful, bewitching face had twisted into a knot. Clearly, she was utterly unwilling to accept this outcome.
After all, Lingxian prided herself on coming from an Immortal Dao Lineage and often held herself above others because of her noble blood. On the Ancient Road, she had seemed modest and poised, but that had merely been a performance for others.
In truth, Lingxian had always been immensely arrogant. Never mind the followers she had defeated—even among the Young Supremes renowned on the Ancient Road who had likewise reached the Ninth-Level Pass today, there were few she regarded as worthy. Moreover—
Still, Lingxian had the capital for such arrogance. Blessed with extraordinary fortune, she had obtained the legacy of an unsurpassed Supreme from ages past while still a child. After years of arduous cultivation, her cultivation alone was enough to look down upon the world's heroes. How could she not be arrogant?
In intellect and methods alike, she considered herself among the very best, capable of toying with the prodigies of every race on the ancient path in the palm of her hand. Especially after her crushing victory over the Divine Blood Prodigy, that arrogance had grown to its utmost extreme.
Yet this very lifetime had produced Qingyue, a mere human girl of mundane birth, whose teachings came from nothing more than a Great Sect in the Minglan Star Domain,