The Saintess Has A Showdown 369

Chapter 369: Gong Lianyue???

Boom!!!

An overwhelming wave of icy pressure swept through the venue, its weight almost unbearable.

Just from the pure, dense aura alone, one could tell this was an incredibly powerful being, the reason the Ice Eye Saintess was secretly referred to as the Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate’s future third titled legendary being.

Indeed, if she could reach the Sun and Moon Realm, a title was practically guaranteed.

Under the watchful eyes of the other Saintesses, their expressions a mix of awe and apprehension, a blue-haired woman with flowing, water-like hair, slowly appeared at the edge of the icy altar.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin as smooth and flawless as sculpted jade.

And most striking were the two teardrops on her cheeks, like a divine blessing, radiating an unparalleled aura.

The moment the Ice Eye Saintess appeared, the venue erupted in cheers and screams. After all, within the Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate, especially among the Gong family, most of her peers were her devoted fans.

_”She doesn’t seem to be related to me…” _

Seeing the Ice Eye Saintess, Gong Lianyue, sitting among the spectators, inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they shared a distant bloodline, having been born in the Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate, she was technically related to most Gong family members.

As long as it wasn’t some cliché, half-sibling scenario, she had nothing to worry about.

Gong Lianyue’s attention shifted from the Ice Eye Saintess, her gaze scanning the venue, searching for Huan Chanfei.

It was said that Huan Chanfei could be resurrected no matter how many times she was killed, implying that her true body wasn’t what people saw. To defeat her, she had to find her true core, hidden somewhere within the Gong family’s territory.

To claim a title, the opponent’s core had to be shattered.

Although legendary beings didn’t truly die when their cores were destroyed, they would be severely weakened, like Hong Xiaoqianyu, unable to recover their full strength for thousands of years, essentially crippled.

Legendary beings could regenerate from even a single drop of blood or a fragment of their essence, but their plan was a swift and decisive strike, no time for a prolonged battle of attrition. Therefore, their target was the core itself.

“Impressive!!”

The legendary flower woman sitting beside her suddenly murmured in admiration.

Even she, a renowned figure from the Myriad Spirit Flower Ring, could sense the terrifying power emanating from the Ice Eye Saintess, clearly an overlord-level legendary being.

This Ice Eye Saintess, with her two teardrop beauty marks, could even intimidate a titled legendary being…

Her expression a serene blend of gentleness and indifference, the Ice Eye Saintess, clad in a magnificent robe, walked past the four Saintesses from the subsidiary realms and stood before the other twelve Cold Pupil Saintesses.

Her beauty, her aura, unmatched.

Gong Xingyu, the Ice Eye Saintess!

Sensing her overwhelming presence, even the Saintesses from the four subsidiary realms lowered their heads slightly, unwilling to meet her gaze.

“The annual gathering of the Gong family has begun. We await the Spirit’s blessing!”

The Ice Eye Saintess bowed towards the icy altar.

Seeing this, the other Spirit Masters sighed inwardly. Every year, the one who received the blessing was the Ice Eye Saintess.

She was practically friends with the Lost Scroll’s spirit. How could anyone else compete?

It was said that the Ice Eye Saintess had mastered seven pages of the Lost Scroll in a single year, a feat beyond the comprehension of most Spirit Masters.

Boom!!!!

As the Ice Eye Saintess finished speaking, a brilliant light erupted from the icy altar.

A beam of ice-blue light, a powerful aura, shot towards the sky.

The next second, the entire venue was enveloped in a dense water spirit energy, every Spirit Master and guest present, their water affinity increasing rapidly.

The only one unaffected was the blue-haired, teardrop-eyed woman in the bathrobe. Gong Lianyue sighed inwardly. She had already achieved the Holy Water Body. Her water affinity couldn’t be increased any further.

Bathed in the pure spirit energy, the Saintesses rejoiced, while the Ice Eye Saintess frowned, a strange unease washing over her.

What was this feeling…?

A deep-seated fear, a chilling premonition. Where was it coming from?

She paused, her eyes widening as she realized the source.

[Are you afraid?]

It was the legendary being within her, the powerful, invincible being that terrified all other Spirit Masters.

Impossible. If even it was afraid, it meant there was someone here even Huan Chanfei and Biyufei couldn’t defeat…

The Ice Eye Saintess’s heart pounded, and the other Saintesses, their initial joy turning to anxiety, also felt a chill.

The Lost Scroll’s spirit was about to choose its recipient. Would it be the Ice Eye Saintess again, or would there be a surprise, their years of cultivation finally bearing fruit, surpassing even the Ice Eye Saintess?

The Blood Cry Saintess, the White Rain Saintess, the Waterfall Saintess, the Stream Saintess, the twelve Cold Pupil Saintesses, even the countless Gong family Spirit Masters in the audience, all held their breath, watching.

The light above the altar converged, forming a shimmering thread that drifted through the venue.

It bypassed the twelve Cold Pupil Saintesses, then the Blood Cry Saintess, the White Rain Saintess, the Waterfall Saintess, and the Stream Saintess, without pausing.

As expected, the chosen one was the Ice Eye Saintess.

The thread of light circled the Ice Eye Saintess, then, just as it was about to descend, it suddenly floated upwards, towards the audience.

As countless Spirit Masters watched in shock and disbelief, the Scroll Spirit, bypassing the Ice Eye Saintess, landed in the hands of a blue-haired woman in a bathrobe.

What was going on…?

The Scroll Spirit hadn’t chosen the Ice Eye Saintess, but an ordinary Gong family Spirit Master, not even a Cold Pupil Saintess!

At this moment, under the gazes of all, the blue-haired woman in the transparent bathrobe stood up, her demeanor regal and aloof.

Gong Lianyue’s expression remained calm, as if she had anticipated this.