Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

As the ancient dragon bones stirred, a desolate aura inherited from the ancient times quietly spread out. Under this aura, the True Qi circulating within Zuoqiu Yiren suddenly became unusually blocked.

Noticing the power of this aura, Zuoqiu Yiren’s expression changed slightly.

This desolate aura gradually ascended, and soon a ghostly dragon shadow coalesced above the dragon bones.

Ao Huang was summoning the spirits of his ancestors. When a high-realm dragon falls, a trace of soul remains intertwined with the bones and can be summoned by descendants.

However, once summoned, it can only attack once before dispersing.

After all, it is a ghostly soul, having died tens of thousands or even millions of years ago, no longer tolerated by the world.

Imposing True Qi surged from Ao Huang’s body as he formed seals with his hands, making the ghostly dragon shadow seem to come alive.

Ao Huang pointed at Zuoqiu Yiren, and the ghostly dragon shadow roared towards her.

”Sword at my side!”

Seeing Ao Han was already gravely wounded, unable to present a threat, Zuoqiu Yiren called back her Purple Star Sword with a gesture and extended her fair hand, purple aura swirling as she swept it over the sword.

In an instant, overwhelming Sword Intent erupted from the Purple Star Sword, its mere sight causing eye-stinging pain.

”Slash!”

Zuoqiu Yiren brandished the sword fiercely against the oncoming dragon shadow.

”Roar!”

The dragon shadow let out a deafening roar to the heavens, so loud it could disturb one’s Divine Sense as it crashed into Zuoqiu Yiren.

”Boom!”

A massive shockwave swept outwards.

However, as Zuoqiu Yiren faced the dragon shadow head-on, Ao Huang used treachery, darting forward to launch a sneak attack against her.

Zuoqiu Yiren was naturally aware.

But engaged with the formidable dragon shadow, comparable in strength to her, she couldn’t spare any attention to fend off Ao Huang, who matched her realm.

She was prepared to suffer grave wounds to take Ao Huang’s blow directly.

Yet at this moment.

A sharp voice suddenly called out behind her: ”Yiren sister.”

Chen Mo, just emerging from the Heaven-Melting Tripod, witnessed the scene, and without a second thought, stepped on the heavens, rushing towards Zuoqiu Yiren.

A powerful oppressive force emanated from behind Zuoqiu Yiren, the wind howling.

But the attack never landed on her; Chen Mo blocked it entirely instead.

”Pfft!”

Chen Mo, bearing the brunt of Ao Huang’s strike, turned pale instantly, involuntarily spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, his body plummeting towards the plains like a severed kite string.

Holding back the ghostly dragon shadow, Zuoqiu Yiren turned her head and saw the heartbreaking scene unfold.

”No...”

An overwhelming momentum erupted from within Zuoqiu Yiren, her long hair breaking free from its clasp, black strands fluttering in the wind.

Watching Chen Mo fall towards the ground, her eyes reddened, a single tear slipped down her cheek.

In the next moment, her gaze turned cold, focusing on the dragon shadow. Across wavering space, she stepped forward barefoot and severed the ghostly figure with her sword.

Ao Huang’s pupils contracted upon witnessing this: ”You... you’re burning your Origin...”

Yet the next instant, he noticed a pair of merciless eyes fixed on him, a sword descending upon him.

Ao Huang’s scalp tingled, eyebrows furrowing, as an overwhelming dread inexplicably welled up inside.

Thinking the Dragon Pearl had fled, and Chen Mo had endured his severe strike, with no chance of survival given his abilities, he deemed it unnecessary to waste time fighting Zuoqiu Yiren here.

Bent on his decision, Ao Huang seized Ao Bo through the air, preparing to fly away from the plains with him.

Yet Zuoqiu Yiren did not intend to let him escape.

Her True Qi continuously streamed into the Purple Star Sword.

At this moment, Zuoqiu Yiren was already burning part of her Origin forcibly elevating her realm from the early stage of the Unity Realm to the mid-stage.

An immensely potent Sword Intent, as if capable of shredding the heavens itself, erupted from the Purple Star Sword.

”Buzz!”

The Purple Star Sword emitted a deafening hum, then suddenly shot from Zuoqiu Yiren’s hand like an arrow, transforming into a ray of purple light, blasting towards the fleeing Ao Huang.

Mid-flight, the Purple Star Sword split into three, vanishing into the void.

When it emerged from the void again.

It had astonishingly appeared right in front of Ao Huang.

Ao Huang’s expression drastically altered as he narrowly dodged the Purple Star Sword ahead.

Then behind him came the sound of two blades cutting through the air.

Turns out, the Purple Star Sword ahead was a blinding technique, the true killing blow concealed within the two swords emerging from the void.

And now, he had no time to evade.

One Purple Star Sword pierced through his abdomen, impaling his torso, its Sword Intent causing rivers of blood that wouldn’t stop flowing, the wound incapable of healing.

The other Purple Star Sword severed one of his dragon claws.

The dragon claw, which had been holding Ao Bo across the distance, also fell with a ”bang” onto the plains.

Though Ao Huang’s physical body was formidable and his strength considerable.

Even with Zuoqiu Yiren burning her Origin, she couldn’t kill Ao Huang in one blow.

Ao Huang, gravely injured, managed to escape.

But watching Ao Huang flee, Zuoqiu Yiren’s expression darkened, solemnly speaking: ”Next time, I will slay you.”

Retrieving the Purple Star Sword, Zuoqiu Yiren dared not hesitate even a moment, flying towards where Chen Mo had fallen.

Arriving at the scene.

Chen Mo lay in a pool of blood, pallid and faintly breathing...

”Little Mo...”