The Tea Had Grown Cold; the Wind Was Rising

"I'll go meet this Chen DaoTian."

The Immortal Spirit Clan woman rose into the air, immortal silk ribbons drifting around her as she floated gently in midair.

Her gaze was cold, killing intent hidden within it, carrying an unfathomable sharpness. Her entire being exuded an air of noble indifference.

With a light tap of her finger, everything between heaven and earth seemed to stagnate. Vast Great Dao Power permeated the air, containing the terrifying number of more than two thousand Dao threads!

The instant she descended, the blazing flames within the Purgatory Fire Sea involuntarily drew back, as if bound by something invisible. The earth trembled faintly, as though submitting to her.

Chen DaoTian stood there, his body actually trembling faintly before her aura, like an insignificant fallen leaf that could be blown away at any moment.

His expression abruptly changed, and he appeared utterly shocked and terrified.

"Fellow cultivator Chen, your actions have blocked our immortal path. Do you truly think no one can deal with you?!"

The woman's cold, domineering voice came like a blade slicing through the air, sending chills down one's spine. "Specializing solely in body cultivation was likely the stupidest decision you ever made."

Bzz—

"Oh?"

Suddenly, a faint voice filled with an inexplicable meaning rang out, rippling through the air like water.

The entire Purgatory Fire Sea seemed to sense some tremor. Flames churned, and everything between heaven and earth erupted into unrest!

Yet Chen DaoTian's terrified, helpless expression abruptly changed at that moment. A strange, sinister smile curled across his lips, while a shrewd gleam flashed in his eyes.

In that instant, his aura seemed to become even deeper and more complex.

The Immortal Spirit Clan woman's pupils suddenly contracted. She felt unprecedented pressure, as if an invisible hand had tightly gripped her