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[Soul Reaping Array.]

The name alone carried weight.

Forbidden. Terrifying. Dangerous beyond comprehension.

It was said to summon an army from the darkest pits of the underworld, binding them to the user's will. But the cost? A fragment of the soul. Zhu Qing wasn't just pouring her blood into this spell—she was burning her very existence.

Su Xiaobai's voice cracked as he staggered to his feet. "Woman, are you crazy?! That thing's eating your soul!"

His heart sank.

If she didn't want to warm his bed, she could've just said so! Trading her soul to avoid him? That was overkill—even by her standards! He was joking!

Zhu Qing didn't answer.

Her hands moved on their own, forming seals faster than he could process. Her teeth clenched as she struggled against the array's demands. It wanted more—her blood, her soul—tearing her apart in its hunger. But she couldn't stop.

If I don't… we'll all die.

Blood hissed and bubbled beneath her feet, the crimson glow intensifying. The jagged lines of the array pulsed like a demonic heartbeat, each thrum shaking the ground.

Then—

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The ground split open.

"Kekkeekee~!"

Bony claws tore through the cracks, followed by an army of skeletons dragging themselves free. They were "Underworld Scuttlers"—small, twitchy, and swarming like rats.

Their glowing runes pulsed red, their hollow eyes blazing with hellish light. "Kekeke!" They clicked and clattered, snapping their jaws like they were chomping on invisible prey.

They swarmed the generals like rats drunk on bloodlust, their claws scratching, jaws clamping onto anything that moved—even each other. One leapt onto Birdman's back, chomping his feathers like it was snacking on roasted meat.

[STOP HER!] The Blood Warlord's voice boomed, his hollow shell trembling on the throne.

Even the cursed puppet could feel the shift—the array was doing more than summoning creatures. It was feeding on Zhu Qing, pulling her deeper into its grasp.

Zhu Qing's body floated into the air, her eyes glowing crimson. The ribbons around her twisted and lashed out uncontrollably, their movements erratic and violent.

"Gr—!"

One lashed Tiny Fang's neck, coiling tight. The hellhound yelped, struggling as flames sputtered from its mouths.

Su Xiaobai shouted again, panic rising in his chest. But she couldn't hear him.

The array pulsed again, brighter this time. The blood painting the ground boiled furiously, releasing plumes of red steam.

Su Xiaobai staggered, his own blood burning. It rebelled inside him, rushing toward Zhu Qing as though being sucked out of his veins.

"Damn it! Do you know how much effort it takes to stay this handsome while bleeding?!" Su Xiaobai hissed, clutching his chest.

Crack! Crimson cracks spread across his skin, blood pouring from the fissures. It felt like thousands of snakes were crawling beneath his flesh, tearing him apart from the inside out.

"!!"

Zhu Qing's aura surged violently, a crimson wave tearing through the air. The Scuttlers froze mid-crawl, their jagged bones shattering as the array collapsed in an instant—her control snapping like a frayed thread.

The jagged lines beneath her feet splintered, glowing too brightly to look at.

Then—

BOOM!

A flash of crimson light erupted, brighter than the sun. Su Xiaobai threw his arms up, but it didn't matter. The pain inside him was unbearable, like his blood had been tossed into a boiling cauldron. His skin flushed, blood bubbling out of the cracks spreading across his body.

"AGHHHH!" His scream ripped through the air, but no one could hear it over the roar of Zhu Qing's collapsing power.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, Xiao Hei burst out of the ring, her face frantic. Without a word, she grabbed Su Xiaobai by the collar and hurled him like a sack of trash.

Su Xiaobai roared, flailing mid-flight. "You little psycho! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Crash! His words turned into a grunt as he crashed into the crimson armor sitting on the throne. The hollow shell split open, sucking him in like a hungry beast.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

Zhu Qing's scream echoed through the battlefield, her power tearing through the palace.

The tendrils of her aura lashed out at everything—pillars, statues, even the collapsing walls. The palace groaned as its roof caved in. Her aura spiraled out of control, feeding on itself and consuming everything around her.

Had Xiao Hei not acted, Su Xiaobai would have been reduced to dust.

Rumble.... Rumble...

Outside, the wasteland skies darkened.

KA—boom!

Heavenly lightning split the heavens, crashing down with deafening force as the warlord's palace crumbled into ruin, swallowed by it.

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Chi Xie Wasteland, outside the Warlord's Palace.

The battlefield was a mess of blood-soaked sand and shattered dreams. Thousands had fallen, yet to Bai Yujian, their deaths were like fallen leaves in autumn—expected, unremarkable, irrelevant.

She stood with her parsol shinning in the crimson haze, her gaze piercing through everyone alive.

In front of her knelt Zhao Feng, trembling like a chicken plucked of its feathers. Around him, a dozen pirates leaders slouched, barely alive, their bodies broken by her rain of swords.

Anyone below Integration Realm had directly perished with no chances to resist.

As for the alive ones, they got the scars for life with missing limbs—legs severed, hands gone—and one poor bastard still had a blade lodged in his spine.

The truly unlucky? Lei Shoushan, the so-called envoy of the prince. He hadn't even lived long enough to beg for his life.

"Yama herself…" one pirate muttered under his breath, his voice shaky.

"Shut up!" hissed Violent Crane. "She'll hear you!"

They weren't wrong. Bai Yujian was their Yama today, and her smile promised nothing but hell. She pointed her sword at Zhao Feng, the last man standing in her way—figuratively speaking. The guy was missing a leg and kneeling in a puddle of his own blood.

"Speak." Her voice was soft, almost sweet, but Zhao Feng shivered like a plucked chicken. His life hung by a thread, and he knew it.

He babbled something about a grand-niece in the Xiantian Sect, clinging to that slim connection like it was a lifeline. Dumb luck, really. But for some reason, she let him live.

"…So it's like that," she murmured, piecing together his fragmented words.

It was all Su Xiaobai's fault. That reckless idiot, running off with some star fragment and dragging Zhu Qing into the mess. Now they were trapped inside the palace, probably knee-deep in shit.

Her eyes drifted to the palace, its jagged silhouette in the distance. Should she intervene? Or let them stew? Testing her disciple's luck and Zhu Qing's nerve was tempting. If they lived, great. If not… well, ashes weren't hard to sweep up.

Her thoughts were cut short.

BOOM!

The Warlord's palace convulsed like a dying beast. Its roof exploded, lightning ripping through the heavens with a roar that shook the wasteland.

Rumble... Rumble...

In seconds, the sky darkened. Clouds churned like ink spilled across the heavens. Then came the lightning—bolts as thick as mountains, crashing down with enough force to make the earth bleed.

Bai Yujian's parasol tilted slightly. Her pupils shrank. "Tribulation lightning…"

And then it came.

WHOOSH!

A pillar of light pierced the palace ruins, stabbing into the ground like the heavens themselves had drawn their sword. The lightning hissed, the red sand glowing gold under its radiance. But this was no divine blessing. The light burned. It cracked the earth and charred everything it touched.

"Get back!" Bai Yujian's voice echoed. She vanished in a blur, reappearing miles away. The pirates scrambled after her, dragging their broken bodies through the sand. Those too slow to move screamed as the light kissed them, their flesh bubbling like overcooked meat.

Hovering in the air, Bai Yujian stared at the apocalyptic display. The pillar of light shook with arcs of wild lightning, tearing the heavens apart. Her lips twitched.

"Is… is someone breaking through?"

Her voice was filled with disbelief. This wasn't just a breakthrough. This was the "Judgement of the Heavens."

The "Judgement of the Heavens" was a trial reserved for warriors at the 'Peak Tribulation Realm', attempting to ascend into the fabled 'Great Ascension Realm'. Unlike other breakthroughs, it wasn't just about enduring pain or hardship—it was a direct judgment of worth.

The light would first tear apart the cultivator's "Immortal Vessel', the pinnacle of their mortal body, before rebuilding it into something truly divine. Only those deemed worthy by the heavens could step into the realm of celestials. It was rare, cruel, and utterly magnificent.

For the unworthy, there would be no second chance. Only obliteration.

Bai Yujian's gaze narrowed with worry. "Who's it?" she muttered.

There were only two people inside: Su Xiaobai, a Core Formation warrior, and Zhu Qing, a Tribulation Realm veteran who had failed her breakthroughs so many times, she'd practically turned it into a hobby.

"Qingqing…" she murmured. Was it really her? Could she have finally succeeded after all those humiliating failures?

Her grip on her parasol tightened. If it was true, then the Xiantian Sect had just gained another Great Ascension powerhouse. A celestial being. The kind that made warriors bow and lesser sects grovel.

The pirates behind her muttered in awe, their usual curses silenced by the sheer spectacle. One scratched his head. "Heavens, I didn't sign up for this shit…"

Another slapped him. "Shut up and watch! How often do you see something like this?"

The scene was no less surreal... The heavens had opened their doors, their light burning away the sins of the earth.

But deep down, Bai Yujian's chest tightened with worry.