My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Watching Xuan Feng stand motionless, the Evil God instantly grasped his intent.

Dense blood qi gathered in his hand, and a towering blood shadow coalesced behind him.

"This is your own choice—don't blame me."

"Then I'll kill you first before seizing his Great Path power."

Seeing the aura this figure radiated, Xuan Feng gave a cold laugh.

Raising a hand, ten thousand golden beams flared across the clouds.

"It's been a while since I last stretched my limbs. Today, you'll serve as a good test."

Though the power in the sky was fearsome, the Evil God dismissed it entirely.

"You think you can harm me? You're too full of yourself."

With a ferocious glare, the blood shadow behind him surged forward.

Tearing sounds echoed relentlessly as the entire sky was engulfed in blood qi.

Yet Xuan Feng didn't budge an inch. With a slight flick of his fingertip, the golden light in the sky swept downward.

"Boom!"

With a resounding blast, the auras they unleashed collided and exploded.

Wild energy surged, and Xuan Feng and the Evil God both retreated hundreds of zhang.

Neither was injured, but the Evil God's expression darkened considerably.

"How is your power this strong?"

He'd clashed with Xuan Feng a few times before, and Xuan Feng's strength had never been this terrifying.

This time, not only did they fight to a draw, but his power had multiplied several-fold.

Though both gods, there was a hierarchy among them.

As the Dark God, Xuan Feng's strength was the weakest of all gods, while he ranked near the top.

Yet now, he'd matched Xuan Feng blow for blow.

Seeing the look on his face, Xuan Feng sneered disdainfully.

"You really think it's still like before?"

"We can go again—I promise I won't let you die here."

With a stomp, an utterly terrifying true qi erupted from Xuan Feng's body.

A murky aura gradually emerged around him.

Seeing this power, the Evil God couldn't help but frown.

Though he didn't know what it was, he sensed a trace of danger.

They'd all assumed Xuan Feng was the weakest, unaware he'd endured in silence for nearly a millennium.

After breaking his own limits, Xuan Feng's realm hadn't changed outwardly.

But he'd never slacked in cultivation, surpassing even some gods.

His prior defeats were simple—he'd had no intent to fight.

But today, with his grand plan at stake, how could he let the Evil God ruin it?

"I'll let you in on something—this is the legendary Chaos qi."

"How is that possible? You've condensed this qi?"

The Evil God was stunned, his face grim as he stepped back involuntarily.

If it truly was that power, there was no point in fighting—he'd never win.

But soon, he quelled his hesitation and dread.

If it were really Chaos qi, the Dark God wouldn't waste words with him.

"Is that so? Then I'll test it."

Seeing his stubbornness, the Dark God sighed and shook his head.

He'd known this would happen, so he had no intention of holding back.

The moment the Evil God charged, Xuan Feng stepped forward.

Raising a hand, dense Chaos qi blasted from his palm.

With a deafening boom, the Evil God was flung thousands of zhang away.

His protective bloodlight shattered, his aura weakened to its limit.

Struggling to his feet, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Evil God was utterly shocked, his face full of disbelief.

He hadn't expected to not only fail to gain the upper hand but be utterly suppressed in one move.

Now gravely injured, if he kept fighting, he couldn't predict the outcome.

Seeing his expression, Xuan Feng had no intent to press further.

His aura slightly restrained, his face remained as cold as ever.

"It's come to this—there's no need to continue, right? You're no match for me."

Though furious inside, the Evil God knew Xuan Feng spoke the truth.

No matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice.

"I'll remember this grudge. One day, I'll settle this score with you."

With those words, the Evil God leapt away, vanishing instantly.

His speed was remarkable, crossing thousands of zhang in a blink.

Under Xuan Feng's gaze, his aura faded completely, leaving no trace of power behind.

Xuan Feng chuckled, too lazy to bother with more words, and casually suppressed his own aura.

Gazing at the Land of Ruin, a faint smile crossed his face.

He had no interest in anything else—his only concern now was when Gu Lan would emerge.

Within the Land of Ruin, Gu Lan followed that aura, gradually sensing Mu Yuyan's soul.

Looking ahead, his face darkened slightly, a chill flickering in his eyes.

His steps quickened unconsciously, true qi flowing into the Hongmeng Sword.

Unsure of the dangers ahead, caution was wise.

Gu Lan remained vigilant, channeling true qi into the sword.

The Hongmeng Sword trembled in his grip, a piercing sword cry ringing out.

But with Gu Lan wielding it, the sword didn't react much, its aura soon subdued.

Gu Lan paid it no mind, his expression stern as he gazed into the distance.

Among the countless shadows, he soon spotted a figure.

It was none other than Mu Yuyan, the one he'd been searching for.

With a single glance, Gu Lan turned into a blur and rushed forward.

But just as he drew near, a shadow flickered beside him.

Wan Hun's speed was astonishing, outpacing him by a wide margin.

Such velocity startled Gu Lan.

His face darkened, a trace of gravity in his eyes.

Though he'd found Mu Yuyan's soul, it didn't seem whole.

Under Gu Lan's gaze, Wan Hun successfully seized the soul in his hand.

Looking over, he wore a meaningful smile.

"You seem pretty anxious. How about we make a deal?"

This move stunned Gu Lan.

Locking eyes with him, killing intent flared in Gu Lan's gaze.

The Great Path's qi surged, the Hongmeng Sword's power radiating fully.

But Gu Lan knew he couldn't act rashly now.

Having come this far, he didn't want to see Mu Yuyan vanish.

"Speak—what do you want?"

At Gu Lan's concession, a deeper smile spread across Wan Hun's face.

"I can help revive her, but you must take me out of here."

He'd lingered in the Land of Ruin for tens of thousands of years.

Before, he'd found a chance to escape, only to be thwarted by Gu Lan.

This was his last shot—if he didn't seize it, he'd be trapped here forever.

His demand wasn't particularly difficult.

But Gu Lan despised being forced into deals.

"I agree."

Wan Hun nodded thoughtfully, stepping toward the Tree of Void.

Gu Lan followed closely behind.

"I've agreed—give it to me."