The Holy Mother of the Mani Sect, the most formidable female power in the Western Regions, revealed her true majesty before him.

Compared to their last encounter in the Tianshan Mountains, Youlan’s complexion was slightly paler; it seemed her injuries had not completely healed. However, even with lingering wounds, Youlan’s powerful aura still far surpassed that of the Demon Leader. Both were in the Nine Palaces Heaven realm, yet Youlan had been immersed in the Peak state of this realm for many years, naturally making her incomparable to the newly ascended Demon Leader.

As soon as Youlan arrived, the Saintess Palidai and the two Great Dharma Kings, Qingjing and Dali, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The three stood together behind the Holy Mother Youlan, their expressions reverent. The Qingjing Dharma King quickly recounted the unfolding events to Youlan.

While listening to the Qingjing Dharma King’s explanation, Youlan kept her gaze fixed on Ji Changkong, as if afraid he might flee. By the time the Dharma King finished, a seductive smile played on Youlan’s lips as she leisurely remarked, “I didn’t expect you to have any shred of conscience left, knowing to protect my Western Regions’ people at a critical juncture. For that, I shall grant you a swift death.”

Suspended proudly in the Western Regions’ sky, feeling the power slowly dissipate between heaven and earth, Ji Changkong took a deep breath and said, “Youlan, do you truly believe you can kill me?”

“Boy, the new generation Xuanyuan isn’t necessarily so remarkable. Having just broken through to the Nine Palaces Heaven realm, your acupoints aren't even fully cultivated, yet you dare venture into my Western Regions? You are courting death!” Youlan laughed, her deep eyes, like bottomless pools, sweeping over Ji Changkong. Suddenly, she added, “In another ten or eight years, perhaps I couldn't kill you. But today, I want to see how you intend to escape my grasp!”

The words fell, and Youlan stretched her slender arms toward the horizon, pulling down the seven-colored rainbow aura from the heavens at her command, slamming it down toward Ji Changkong.

The seven-colored rainbow aura descended like a massive curtain, seemingly locking space as it swept forth. Within the aura, terrifying power fluctuations surged, yet this power remained concealed, not erupting outward, thus not disturbing the natural order between heaven and earth.

Both being in the Nine Palaces Heaven realm, the Holy Mother Youlan’s power was significantly greater than the Demon Leader’s. Unleashing the full might of the seven-colored rainbow aura could instantly annihilate this entire area, yet beneath its brilliance, the world remained utterly unchanged.

The reason for this stark difference lay in Youlan’s mastery over her power—a level of control that had reached its zenith. She could truly contain her strength; none of it would leak out, all of it channeled directly into her opponent.

This method not only spared the innocent and avoided disrupting the natural laws of the world but also maximized the deployment of her power. This was the capability expected of a Nine Palaces Heaven master!

Watching the seven-colored rainbow aura descend from the sky, apparently locking down his space, Ji Changkong could no longer gather any strength from the world to aid himself. In that moment, he felt severed from heaven and earth, unable to sense the aura of anyone on the Five Elements Continent.

He felt as if he had fallen into a new dimension composed entirely of Youlan’s essence. Within this space, Youlan was the omnipotent creator. Fighting her here would yield no advantage; one would only be slowly ground down until finally slain by her.

This was identical to the spatial anomaly created when he deployed the Great Void Illusion—once formed, the one inside was omnipotent, while the enemy gained nothing.

His expression shifted slightly. Ji Changkong understood he was absolutely no match for Youlan within this fabricated space. Since he couldn't harness the power of the world, he could only rely on his intrinsic strength.

Suddenly, he deployed the Heaven and Earth Three Absolute Fires, which he had originally reserved for the Demon Leader, along with the Seven-Colored Dragon Ring, a secret technique he had created.

As flames blossomed between his hands and streamed from his eyes, plunging into the strange space, the Seven-Colored Dragon Ring began to radiate dazzling brilliance. The Heaven and Earth Three Absolute Fires possessed the ability to incinerate all things; even the new space constructed by Youlan could not entirely defend against the power of these fires.

The Xuanyuan vital blood within his body fused with the Absolute Fires, and his soul transformed into the shape of three flames. As the aura of the Vermilion Bird Sacred Beast converged with the brilliant light at the core of the three flames that formed his soul, the Heaven and Earth Three Absolute Fires instantly multiplied in power, fiercely shattering the space constructed by the Holy Mother Youlan.

“Oh?”

Youlan couldn’t help but utter a soft exclamation, then chuckled delightedly, “Not bad! I truly didn't expect the new Xuanyuan to possess such extraordinary means, managing to shatter my illusionary barrier. Hmm, very good, very good. This humble one likes it very much.”

As Youlan uttered her last sentence, her deep eyes—eyes that seemed capable of dragging one’s soul deep within—suddenly flickered towards Ji Changkong. Instantly, a bewitching, wondrous power emanated from her gaze. This power was formless and invisible, yet it pierced deep into Ji Changkong’s soul.

The soul form of three flames could no longer be maintained; they instantly dispersed, reverting to the soul’s most normal shape.

Moreover, at this critical juncture of battle, Ji Changkong’s eyes filled with confusion. He simply stared blankly at the Holy Mother Youlan, looking as if he didn't know who he was.

“Come, come to me. I can give you everything you desire.” Youlan’s soft, alluring voice resonated directly into the soul, seeming to ensnare any man into an endless yearning, beyond his own control.

Ji Changkong stared blankly at her, obediently walking step by step toward the Holy Mother Youlan, completely forgetting the purpose of his visit, forgetting his true intentions, even forgetting who he was.

In his eyes, at that moment, there was only one person: the Holy Mother Youlan.

“Sect Leader, no!”

Suddenly, an anxious cry came from far in the distance: Ayiguli’s desperate shout. Ayiguli’s voice also carried a mesmerizing charm; she was trying to pull Ji Changkong awake from Youlan’s enchantment.

However, Ayiguli’s mastery of the seductive arts simply could not compare to that of the Mani Sect’s Holy Mother Youlan. Though her anxious cries rang out, Ji Changkong remained unmoved, continuing his numb walk toward the Holy Mother Youlan, like a walking corpse.

Ayiguli grew increasingly frantic. She called out again and again from afar, hoping to rouse Ji Changkong from his dream state, but Ji Changkong paid no heed.

Palidai watched Ayiguli with disdain. As Ayiguli kept shouting, Palidai quietly slipped away from Youlan’s side, calmly stalking toward Ayiguli.

As the Saintesses of the two great sects of the Western Regions, Ayiguli and Palidai were equally beautiful and captivating. Both practiced the profound arts of their respective sects and knew the secret techniques of charming the masses. In the future, they were destined to clash directly.

Currently, Ayiguli stood at the peak of the Seven Star Heaven realm, just one step shy of the Eight Trigrams Heaven realm. Palidai, however, had already taken that step earlier. If she could eliminate Ayiguli before she broke through to the Eight Trigrams Heaven realm, the future of the Western Regions would belong to Palidai.

With this thought, Palidai secretly gathered her strength, preparing to strike down her greatest lifelong rival while Ji Changkong was unable to pay her any attention.

Ji Changkong, walking toward the Holy Mother Youlan step by step, found the confusion in his eyes deepening, and his pace quickened. In a flash, Ji Changkong was before Youlan; the two were now mere inches apart.

At that very instant!

The confused haze in Ji Changkong’s eyes vanished without a trace!

As calm as water in an ancient well, the World-Destroying Gauntlet still adorned his left hand, emitting the roaring sounds of heavenly thunder and rushing water. Lifting his left arm, the Sevenfold Waves instantly materialized, surging toward the Holy Mother Youlan like monstrous tidal waves amidst the thunderous roar.

Youlan’s brow only twitched slightly. She exhaled a cloud of turbid air. As this breath escaped, all the power within the strange space beside her surged instantly into that single exhalation. The turbid air seemed to transform into a soft yet resilient cotton ball, blocking the oncoming attack.

The power of the Sevenfold Waves, like venomous dragons, fiercely burrowed into the cotton-ball-like turbid air but failed to dissipate it instantly. Unexpectedly, the turbid air managed to intercept the entire force of the Sevenfold Waves.

The Holy Mother Youlan’s face grew slightly paler, but otherwise, there were no significant changes to her body. A gentle smile still graced her lips as she chuckled charmingly, “I knew you rogue would try something tricky!”

The seven-colored rainbow aura descended from the sky, the ribbons of light weaving around Ji Changkong. The power within the red haze was as immense as a mountain range, not only binding his body but even affecting his soul.

Once he was completely shrouded in the red glow, Youlan praised Palidai, giving her a command, “Kill Ayiguli, and extinguish all hope for the Aurore Sect!” “Yes, Master,” Palidai replied respectfully from afar, unleashing streaks of deadly glare that first sealed off Ayiguli’s escape routes.

“Holy Mother, my father told me that Ji Changkong must not die!” Suddenly, a clear voice drifted from the dense thicket far away, followed by the gradual appearance of a graceful figure.

It was the masked young woman who had arrived with the Demon Leader!

The Demon Leader had left, but she had remained. Now, at this critical juncture, this young woman appeared, intending to stop Youlan from striking Ji Changkong with lethal force.

As the girl spoke, Ji Changkong, enveloped by the red aura, suddenly found the voice incredibly familiar. After a moment of frantic thought, a flash of light streaked across his mind.

Ji Changkong shuddered, looking at the young woman with disbelief. “Yu Ziling?”

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