Summoning vibrant crimson and violet flas, she charged into battle against a fresh wave of demonic entities that had erged from another realm, drawn in by the presence of the intruders. These malevolent beings were unlike any she had encountered before. Her strikes were rapid and fierce.
Though her blows didn’t inflict physical harm on this formidable group of demons, they were clearly irritated by her audacity. They let out furious roars and rushed at her.
Dark energy surged toward her unceasingly, yet she moved like a flickering butterfly, skillfully evading their attacks while countering with all her strength.
Shenlian Sheshan and the others exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Without needing to speak further, they took to the skies, joining her in the fray.
She had led her master and companions through countless adventures in the Abyssal Throne Ruins. Blood and sweat poured from them by the second, but they never complained or wavered.
Fortune favored the diligent. Treasures lay hidden everywhere, waiting for those brave enough to claim them.
As they practiced and gathered resources together, she patiently awaited the healing of her master’s wounds.
Being a demonic beast, he responded swiftly to her care, aided by the miraculous water from the Lake of Miracle. His injuries healed quickly, and soon he was back on his feet.
anwhile, Shen Anshuang fud with annoyance, her teeth grinding in frustration. This was her domain; why couldn’t she track down that girl and her companions?
Over five long months, she searched every nook but found no trace of them.
Unbeknownst to her, Xiao Yun, the mastermind, had deployed tactics to mask the presence of Shenlian Yingyue and the others, intent on allowing her uninterrupted training.
Shen Xian patiently awaited Tai Hua Lei’s return from his trials. Occasionally, he would venture out to handle affairs in the Demon Realm before returning.
Yao finally managed to catch up with Shen Xian, aware of Tai Hua Lei’s location. He accepted his punishnt and resud his vigil over Tai Hua Lei.
Di Xiuyu and the Demon King unearthed nurous opportunities, aided by her protagonist aura and the system’s support.
Xiao ng seemingly vanished from existence. In truth, Shen Anshuang had grown weary of her presence, unceremoniously ejecting Xiao ng from her Abyssal Throne Ruins to avoid the incessant wails of pain.
Then, five months later, Shenlian Yingyue returned to the Cave of Destruction and discovered that among twenty individuals, only three had managed to escape the illusionary trap.
Their wrists were bound by chains just as before. The luster of their forr glory had faded, and their cultivation levels had plumted. Even if they could break free from the formation, the horrors of their past experiences haunted them, whispering like demons in their minds.
Five months spent in the illusion had felt like five years of tornt. Until they endured that suffering themselves, they would never comprehend the pain of others.
Once, when they had trodden on the helpless, they laughed without remorse. They had mocked and ridiculed the suffering of others, disregarding any sense of consequence or karma. Shielded by their powerful clan, they believed no one would dare oppose their might.
They had been raised with the belief that power, wealth, and strength could conquer all. Yet, standing on the precipice of their downfall, they now realized one undeniable truth: so things could never be bought back.
Had they not been consud by greed, so desperate to curry favor with their lord and prince, filled with pride over their strength and accomplishnts, perhaps things wouldn’t have co to this. If only they hadn’t inflicted so much harm on Xiong Zi Ying, might their fate have been different?
Yet, as is often the case, regret holds no redy in this world. The past was immutable, and they were left to grapple with the weight of their choices.
Shenlian Yingyue, along with her companions, watched with an air of detachnt as the group before them quaked, gripped by an unshakable tension at her presence. Among her allies, the mbers of the Shenlian clan were most unsettled by her, a woman who appeared delicate, yet radiated a terror that dwarfed their imposing figures.
With a snap of her fingers, she dispelled the formation that had trapped them, allowing the remnants of their pride to stumble out into the open. Those who erged were a shell of their forr selves, haunted by their own mories of anguish. Waiting for their minds to reassemble, she approached them with a asured rhythm, each step elevating their anxiety.
"Listen closely. This ssage is for your clan," she stated, her voice steady and resolute. "I, Shenlian Yingyue, am the one who caused your suffering. If you seek vengeance, do so openly. Don’t be cowards hiding in the shadows, sending others to do your bidding. I challenge anyone who wishes to harm my master and my loved ones! In five years, I will stand at the gates of your Shenlian clan, ready to deliver justice for my master! Do not resort to underhanded tactics. A true warrior welcos a public challenge! I expect nothing less, Shenlian Clan!"
A thunderous silence enveloped them, her declaration echoing in the air. Shenlian Yingyue’s partners, Xiong Zi Ying, and even those from the Shenlian clan themselves were taken aback, gaping at her boldness.
"You’re a descendant of the Shenlian clan?" the group whispered in disbelief. If that were true, then her strength was formidable, akin to a monster. However, doubt flickered in their minds as they scrutinized her appearance, her raven black hair, eyes dark as a deep pool. It was not the alluring visage that hallmark the clan’s elite.
"You’ll find your answers in five years," she reiterated, her presence suffocating once more. "Now, get as far away from as you can!" The weight of her aura pressed down upon them, amplifying their struggles.
With no option but to comply, they hastily activated their teleportation scroll and vanished from sight.
Shenlian Yingyue remained unfazed. The heirs of a powerful clan possessed nurous treasures for their protection. Even if she had stripped them of their storage rings, they had much more at their disposal.
"Xiao Yueyue, you’re being rash!" Xiong Zi Ying exclaid, catching his breath. "Five years? Do you truly understand the implications? How can you hope to surpass their generational strength in such a short ti?" His anxiety radiated from him as he gently shook her shoulders, every unexpected deed sending his heart racing to the brink.
"I may not beat them in five years; I might not even find the door to the Shenlian clan," she replied nonchalantly, settling into a comfortable spot and reaching for a snack. She grazed her teeth over the treat as if savoring the anticipation of the ti ahead.
Everyone: "..."
Xiong Zi Ying: "..."
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