The Saintess Has A Showdown 461

Chapter 461: Mythical Rank, Divine Court!!

“So, tell me, where does the Cold Deer King rank among the Guang Han October?”
[Probably first.]
“Yay! What about the Illusion Sea Concubine?”
[Also first.]
“Yay! What about me?”
[Stronger than first.]
“Yay… wait, no, you already said that twenty thousand years ago!!!”
“This is pointless! I just want to know who’s stronger!!!”

High above the clouds, in a nameless realm, two white-haired women, one with icy antlers, the other with long, floppy rabbit ears, floated, their auras terrifying, their power immense.

The White Moon Lord, one of the Seven Concubines, the Moon Calamity, leader of the Six Disasters, the Moon-Chasing Demon Rabbit!!!

And the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer, of the most ferocious clan, its spirit energy a perfect balance of water and moon.

These two, the only ones to have achieved the Second Stage Liberation of their Disaster Rings, now stood side by side, chatting casually, a scene that would shock the spirit world if witnessed.

[You are strong.]

[The Cold Deer King can achieve Second Stage Liberation, the Illusion Sea Concubine was born with the potential for Second Stage Liberation but rarely uses it for fear of exposure, and you… you possess an even greater potential, suppressing your Disaster Ring with your own power. Therefore, you are strong.]

Although praising the deer, the White Moon Lord’s voice was flat and emotionless, like a monotonous chant.

The Guang Han October, ten legendary moonlight spirit beasts that served the Cold Moon Palace in the mythical era, their names renowned, their power feared.

But the White Moon Lord was beyond even them, its bloodline connected to the Cold Moon Palace itself, its authority even greater than October’s.

Therefore, it only claimed to be stronger than the “first,” not mentioning its own ranking, causing the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer to glare at it.

[They’re here.]

Swish!

As the White Moon Lord’s cold, indifferent words echoed, seven figures, hidden nearby, materialized.

Nine powerful beings now stood together, their combined aura even greater than the Seven Concubines’.

A moment later, the sky tore open, a blood-red vortex, a swirling crimson cloud, appearing.

“Shui Yuefei, just wait! I’ll be back for that Cold Moon Palace fragment!”

“Next time we meet, I will make you suffer! I swear it!”

A blood-red doll, its voice filled with rage and resentment, emerged from the vortex, then froze, its expression turning to shock.

Seeing the nine figures before it, it turned to flee, but their combined gazes, cold and menacing, rooted it to the spot.

It hesitated for a moment, until the red vortex dissipated, then slowly turned back, its body trembling, drenched in a cold sweat.

“Was that Cold Moon Palace fragment… a trap? Moon Calamity!?”

[No, we were planning to… take it.]

“…”
“…”

Hearing the white rabbit woman’s cold, indifferent voice, the red doll, after a moment of stunned silence, forced a smile, unsure whether to be relieved or angry.

If Shui Yuefei hadn’t taken the mythical fragment, it wouldn’t have survived.

A quick glance, and it recognized several familiar auras.

First, the infamous White Moon Lord, the Moon Calamity itself.

The Sea Breath Cradle, one of the Ten Sacred Waters, now worn by the white-haired deer woman as a leg ornament. Seeing the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer, the Blood-Red Nightmare felt a pang of fear, recalling the Cold Deer King’s terrifying power.

And the Frozen Stone Flow Killer, another of the Ten Sacred Waters, worn by a powerful, watery figure like a hair ornament.

The Frozen Stone Flow Killer, once wielded by Leng Yingfei, one of the Seven Concubines, had been lost after her death at the hands of an unknown being. It hadn’t expected to find it here.

The other figures also radiated incredibly powerful auras, the weakest among them comparable to the Dream Calamity itself.

The Blood-Red Nightmare, its gaze sweeping over them, its nonexistent phantom limbs trembling, asked, forcing a confident tone,

“So, gathered all these monsters, hoping to restore the Guang Han October’s glory? Where’s the tenth member?”

[You’ve already met her.]

“!!!”

The red doll’s eyes widened, the image of the blue-haired woman’s movements flashing in its mind.

After a moment of hesitation, it sighed.

“I understand. I’m no match for you. I’ll leave now. Just… don’t kill me!”

The red doll backed away slowly, the nine figures making no move to stop it.

Their arrogant indifference enraged the Blood-Red Nightmare, but it suppressed its anger.

Discretion was the better part of valor. It would retreat for now.

[Regarding the Cold Moon Palace fragment… be wary of the Sun-Piercing Heavenly Court and the Weaver of the Sun.]

“…”
“…”

“I’ll remember that.”

Hearing this, the Blood-Red Nightmare’s retreating figure trembled slightly, then vanished.

A few seconds later, the White Moon Lord’s usually indifferent expression softened, and it turned to the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer.

[By the way, when did you realize something was wrong with the Weaver of the Sun?]

“When it attacked Shui Yuefei in Water Moon Shadow, that slash from the Nether Spring Narcissus.”

The White Flower Moon-Treading Deer’s gray eyes narrowed, recalling its time in the Sea Region.

Three years ago, Gong Lianyue, not yet the Water Moon Concubine, using the Nether Spring Narcissus and the Shadowlurking Blade, Night’s Executioner, had faced the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer.

The Shadowlurking Blade’s attack had been pathetically weak, nothing compared to the previous generation’s Shadowlurking Blade, a completely different level of power.

And the previous Shadowlurking Blade had been destroyed by the Sun-Piercing Heavenly Court, the Weaver of the Sun, and the Ash of the Blaze!!!

The legend of the Shadowlurking Blade, its power unmatched in the shadows, yet vulnerable to the fires of the Divine Court… that legend was based on a true story.

Such a drastic decrease in power… it was illogical. From a lord-level legendary being to an ordinary one… It meant that the Shadowlurking Blade’s essence must have been damaged, its power diminished, even affecting its descendants thousands of years later.

And the only being capable of such a feat… was a mythical being.

The Divine Court, a mythical-rank spirit beast!

The Weaver of the Sun possessed a fragment of the Divine Court, and not just one or two, but several…