The Empress’s Blind Consort: Invincible in Secret

Vol2 – Chapter 47 – The Lies of the Gods’ Return to the Abyss

The Imperial Capital of Great Jin urgently activated its city-protecting formation, capable of withstanding the full-force attack of a Morning Glow Realm Great Being. Yet, in the midst of the battle between the Empress' Husband and the eight young gods, even a slight brush from the aftermath left it teetering on the brink of collapse.

The army was dispatched to help evacuate the surrounding townsfolk. The no-fly zone above the capital was lifted, and countless cultivators soared into the sky like comets rising from the ground, providing spiritual energy for the city-protecting formation.

Boom!

The sky seemed to shatter. The Empress' Husband's roar echoed throughout the universe, and the clanging of swords sounded like dragon roars and tiger growls.

"Meng Qingzhou, you will die a horrible death!"

The Yin-Yang Elder spat blood, enduring the baptism of the heavenly tribulation. Even some young gods found him an eyesore and occasionally attacked him.

In just a few moments, the Yin-Yang Elder's body was on the verge of disintegration, his skin cracking like shattered porcelain.

This scene left all onlookers in awe and shock.

Even a late-stage Morning Glow Realm Great Being could only last the time it takes to burn a stick of incense within the Nine Layers of Divine Tribulation.

One could only imagine how powerful Meng Qingzhou was at this moment.

"Half-step Morning Glow. Once I complete the tribulation, I will fully step into the Morning Glow Realm. By then, no one in the same realm, whether young gods or ancient and future enemies, will be my match!" Meng Qingzhou, covered in blood and severely injured, declared.

The Emperor Grade divine sword was broken, its aura weakening. The nascent sun in his dantian had dimmed.

The enemies were too terrifying!

Especially the young god who wielded the Nine-Word Mantra, almost invincible in the same realm.

"If worse comes to worst, we'll go down together." Meng Qingzhou ignored the Yin-Yang Elder, who was doomed. The real challenge lay in the young gods' onslaught.

Meng Qingzhou took out a handful of Celestial Grade spiritual herbs and stuffed them all into his mouth, chewing and swallowing them. Such extravagance was something only Meng Qingzhou could afford.

In the next moment, Meng Qingzhou's spiritual energy was replenished.

"Space-Time Ocean Flow!"

"Space-Time Restart!"

"Space-Time Projection!"

Three Emperor Grade sword techniques were instantly unleashed. In just one encounter, two young gods were obliterated on the spot!

The Yin-Yang Elder, unable to hold on, tried to escape but was repeatedly blocked by the young gods, who were determined to bury him here.

In his final moments, the invincible Yin-Yang Elder let out one last unwilling roar:

"Meng Qingzhou, you will die a horrible death!"

...

"Just some minor injuries... How formidable." Meng Qingzhou panted heavily, his hand trembling as he struggled to hold his sword.

But the young god who wielded the Nine-Word Mantra remained calm and unflustered.

Within the Sword Sense domain, Meng Qingzhou could clearly feel that the young god was very composed, only slightly weakened.

"Come again!"

Meng Qingzhou gritted his teeth, took out another handful of Celestial Grade spiritual herbs, and gulped them down.

The battle against the heavenly tribulation reached a fever pitch.

The Yin-Yang Elder, deputy leader of one of the three major forces of the Ji family, Beyond the Heavens, died silently, crushed into powder by a casual punch from the young god wielding the Nine-Word Mantra.

Before his divine soul shattered, the Yin-Yang Elder muttered unwillingly:

"If I weren't a formation cultivator and not skilled in combat, how could I have lost so miserably."

The Yin-Yang Elder was formidable, once posing a deadly threat to Meng Qingzhou. But he had no time to prepare and was washed away by the heavenly tribulation until his death, never earning Meng Qingzhou's full attention.

Su Qingqiu gazed into the deep sky, her adorable and silly eyes sparkling with little stars. She clasped her hands to her chest, feeling her heart race, and said:

"The Empress' Husband is so domineering. Usually, he doesn't show it, even being gentle and considerate. I almost forgot he's a decisive sword cultivator."

"Your Majesty is so fortunate, I envy her."

Wu Die, startled, tugged at Su Qingqiu's clothes, her face pale, and whispered a reminder:

"Are you crazy? Be careful, or Your Majesty will be furious and sentence you to death."

"Your Majesty is not a petty person; she won't mind. Besides, I'm telling the truth. Being with the Empress' Husband is her blessing. You know, the Empress' Husband was a down-and-out wanderer picked up by Her Majesty three years ago from the rivers and lakes." Su Qingqiu said nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Wu Die's eyes showed a strange expression.

The Space-Time Sword Saint, who now shook the Wilderness, was a mere outlaw three years ago? And once lived in a daze?

In just three years, the Empress' Husband had risen to his current power.

Calling him a monster would be an understatement.

Dongfang Liuli glanced at the blushing Su Qingqiu, understanding the toll of using swordsmanship to resist nine ancient young gods on a sword cultivator.

Thinking back, the Su Qingqiu who once only admired the Empress, always pretending to be a cold and aloof fairy, would never return.

Her eyes could no longer hold just the Empress; now, there was also the Space-Time Sword Saint, Meng Qingzhou.

"Is there nothing we can do but watch?" Dongfang Liuli asked.

Sister Qiong shrugged and said:

"What else? Did you see the Yin-Yang Elder's fate? Anyone who interferes in a tribulation will die."

At that moment.

Su Qingqiu exclaimed, "The Empress' Husband has slain another young god. Now, only six figures stand before him!"

Everyone was stunned at first, then looked closely.

Meng Qingzhou had gone completely berserk. His Sword Sense was no longer gentle, transforming from a gentle breeze into a tornado tsunami.

He used his ultimate moves as if they were ordinary attacks.

One after another, Space-Time Ocean Flow and Space-Time Restart. In the blink of an eye, he had slain three more young gods.

Half an incense stick later, only one opponent remained blocking Meng Qingzhou.

Meng Qingzhou was in a near-death state, his divine soul half-extinguished, yet he still managed to speak:

"How exhilarating!"

"If I weren't worried about attracting outside attention, I wouldn't want to end this quickly..."

"I wish I could fight the real, complete versions of you. It would be even more thrilling. The tribulation replicas of you are ultimately inferior to the real young gods."

The young god who wielded the Nine-Word Mantra, his black robe tattered and half his body broken, finally spoke:

"This is not the true power of the Nine-Word Mantra. If you want to witness it, once you break through the Sky-Reaching Realm, I can fulfill your wish."

Meng Qingzhou: ???

Bro, don't mess with me!

I was just talking big, and you're actually offering?

Meng Qingzhou felt a chill down his spine, involuntarily taking a step back.

Even facing the Nine Layers of Divine Tribulation hadn't made him this terrified.

The black-clad young god spoke!

This meant he was still alive, an invincible god who had survived tens of thousands of years.

Perhaps the tribulation had replicated his state from his youth, attracting his attention. At this moment, it was the present him speaking!

"Didn't they say all the gods were dead? Could it be a lie?" Meng Qingzhou took a deep breath, feeling he had uncovered a terrifying secret.

In the original novel, this was never mentioned. Even in the grand finale, no ancient god had ever appeared.