Chapter 357: Ascension - Part 1
"Ancestral Witch of Calamity!"
Above the swirling clouds, the Emperor of Chu and the others narrowed their eyes at the sight of the blindfolded, black-robed female figure.
No one expected that the young girl of the Calamity Clan could actually summon the ancestral witch of her bloodline. To manifest such a Dharma Image, she must possess grand ambition—and the hopes of her entire clan behind her.
"She once reached the Immortal Emperor Realm," murmured Emperor Tianzhao. "But fell over a hundred thousand years ago, perishing in the Battle of Severance even before the invasion of the ancient fiends."
The details of the Calamity Ancestor Witch had long been buried beneath the dust of time. Yet for those in the Immortal Courts, such ancient history was not forgotten. That battle had heralded another great catastrophe.
When the Ancestor Witch perished, the Calamity Clan declined. Later, they aligned themselves with Emperor Tianyang, receiving his protection and favor.
But when Emperor Tianyang fell in the war against the ancient fiends, the Calamity Clan faded from the True Realm and became reviled.
All among the Hundred Clans of the True Realm once had an ultimate ancestor in their heyday.
"Who would've thought that traces of the Calamity Ancestor Witch still remain in the boundless flow of time? Then again, for someone who reached the Immortal Emperor Realm, truly erasing her from existence would require more than just slaughtering her bloodline. One would need to strip the Dao of Calamity itself from the origin of the Heavenly Dao—that's something even Immortal Emperors cannot achieve..."
The Empress of Yuanzun whispered gently.
Either condition was nearly impossible. Though wiping out the fragmented bloodlines of the Calamity Clan might be feasible with their joint effort...
To sever the Dao of Calamity from the Heavenly Dao? Not even an Immortal Emperor could accomplish that.
This is why those who attain the Immortal Emperor Realm leave their names in history for eternity. To become Emperor once is to be venerated forever.
"It appears that girl is the new Witch of the Calamity Clan," remarked the Red Emperor.
Nearby, the Qin Emperor of the Wangqin Immortal Dynasty stood silent in his black robes.
As Yuexi revealed her Dharma Image, many hidden elders across the Southern Region opened their eyes in astonishment.
Long-buried memories stirred within them.
"The Ancestor Witch of Calamity has appeared again. Does this mean another great catastrophe is coming?!"
"It’s truly the Calamity Ancestor Witch—the one who founded the Dao of Calamity."
Atop a mountaintop, Li Tiemu gazed at Yuexi’s Dharma Image, confusion etched across his face.
"Why is her Dharma Image... like this?"
He had seen Yuexi's previous Dharma Image—it wasn’t this form. Could it be… it changed?
The Great Dream Master’s pupils narrowed at the blindfolded black-robed woman. He hadn’t expected that this girl from his sect possessed the blood of the Calamity Clan’s Witch.
No wonder the Lord of Sword Abyss, Yun Wumian, once said he glimpsed a sliver of ancestral power in her when she touched the Imperial Sword.
At the time, they had all thought it an illusion—but it was real.
"This is..."
Li Hao suddenly remembered that within the Tianyang Imperial Hall, there had been a sculpture resembling this blindfolded figure.
Now, atop the imperial platform, Yuexi's eyes turned pitch-black, the whites vanishing entirely. It was eerie to behold—yet the aura around her surged with overwhelming power.
Her immortal force unfurled like countless drifting ribbons—but instead of silver purity, it now became black and smoky, billowing with shadow.
"Hmm?"
Qin Xiangyu's expression shifted as she sensed the change, unease welling in her heart.
Still, she quickly calmed her mind and charged in with her spear.
"Let me shatter this disaster!"
She growled low, her spear cloaked in dark radiance. Like a black lightning bolt, it tore through space and closed in.
In Yuexi’s blackened eyes, a glint of bloodlust flared. The immense strength coursing through her gave her an unprecedented sense of power. The yearning and prayers buried deep within her soul seemed to be answered by her ancestors in this moment.
If her ancestor was willing to grant her power—how could she dare waste it?
"If I am disaster, so be it. To stand against me—you shall be the one facing calamity!"
Yuexi’s dark gaze brimmed with ancient dominance. In that instant, she stopped evading, stopped explaining. If the world insisted on seeing her as disaster—then let them see it in full!
She swung her sword, and with it, ten thousand black crows seemed to burst forth, transforming into countless sword shadows. They merged into one, and with the power of calamity, the air around the imperial platform thickened with the aura of the Dao of Calamity.
This Dao could distort other Daos—time and space included!
In a flash, Qin Xiangyu’s spear light shattered. The black tendrils of calamity twined around her body, draining her immortal force and severing her connection to the void.
Eyes wide with fury, Qin Xiangyu activated her Mysterious Maiden Bloodline. Her Dharma Image let out a mournful cry, releasing a hazy divine glow to shield her from the corrosive force of disaster.
She then split into hundreds of forms, all assaulting Yuexi from every direction—an inescapable net!
"Calamity Knows No Bounds..."
Yuexi whispered instinctively, as though guided by divine insight.
The calamity force around her surged into a black hurricane, enveloping her entire body. Violent winds tore through the air, sweeping all of Qin Xiangyu’s spear-clones into the storm—turning them to ash.
Her true body charged in with spear raised—only to meet a flash of blade light.
Clang!
Spear and sword collided, their respective Daos clashing. The spear’s spatial-cutting force dulled the sword glow by three inches—but then it flared again, pushing the spear light back.
"Borrowing the power of your ancestor—do you even call this your own?!"
Qin Xiangyu was forced to retreat. The girl before her had changed—her aura and gaze were no longer the same. Something in her made Qin Xiangyu’s heart tremble.
She had faced ancient fiends on the battlefield without flinching. But now… she was afraid.
"If it answers to me—it is mine!"
Yuexi intoned, her gaze unchanging. Her sword light flashed with deadly speed, blending the Sword God’s True Art with the power of calamity—it was as if she now wielded a Dark Sword God Art.
Kill!
Her blade cleaved through layers of space, revealing the might of a peak technique. In a breath, she was before Qin Xiangyu once more.
Qin Xiangyu’s spear slashed in defense, but her strength was eroded by the calamity force. Her techniques faltered under Yuexi’s relentless pursuit, forcing her to the edge of the platform.
"Impossible!"
Qin Xiangyu’s fury knew no bounds. Though Yuexi’s command of other Daos was inferior to hers, this calamity power disrupted them all—even her mind. Fear gnawed at her heart.
With each clash, she fell further behind, eventually being completely suppressed by Yuexi.
The royals of the Wangqin Dynasty looked on in shock. In their eyes, Qin Xiangyu was surely top twenty material—maybe not top ten, but never weak. Yet now she was losing?
Boom!
The sword light struck again, shattering the spear’s glow into wisps of light. Qin Xiangyu’s body crashed into the barrier at the platform’s edge.
She spat blood, her eyes burning with fury as she glared at Yuexi.
Yuexi simply stared back, expressionless, sword in hand, walking toward her.
"Defeated? No... I cannot be defeated!"
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