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Within the Broad Cold Divine Realm, Yi Qingwu’s primordial spirit shone like a celestial goddess, radiant and breathtaking. The moment she entered, her spirit began to grow, swelling to an immense fifteen hundred meters. Like a towering war goddess, she glowed with seven-colored divine light.

Feeling her size, Yi Qingwu was pleased. This was the nature of the Broad Cold Divine Realm: once a spirit or soul entered, it expanded based on its strength. In this domain, there were no laws or techniques—only the raw clash of spiritual sense.

An ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivator’s spirit would be about a meter tall, a typical Deity Transformation cultivator’s around a hundred meters. Only prodigies could reach greater heights. With her Broad Cold Immortal Physique, Yi Qingwu’s spiritual sense, upon forming her primordial spirit at Deity Transformation, was a thousand times stronger than an average late Nascent Soul’s. Now, at late Deity Transformation, it had grown to fifteen hundred times. She was eager to see the fear on Ye Chen’s face.

Smiling faintly, she scanned her surroundings. Nothing—only two massive pillars. Unfazed, she knew the Broad Cold Divine Realm conjured different landscapes depending on its casting. She was used to it. Lowering her gaze, she searched for Ye Chen, expecting to find him cowering in some corner, his expression one of panic. But no matter where she looked, he was nowhere to be found.

Her exquisite face showed a playful curiosity. She wasn’t in a rush, her expression like a cat toying with a trapped mouse. Yet, after searching thoroughly, she still found nothing. Her brow arched. Was Ye Chen hiding behind those towering pillars? Striding forward, she circled the enormous columns that seemed to pierce the heavens. Still nothing.

Perplexed, she considered the impossible: the Broad Cold Divine Realm didn’t allow flight, only physical clashes of spiritual sense. Had Ye Chen climbed the pillars? Standing beside them, she finally looked up. Her pupils contracted, and her colossal figure shuddered involuntarily.

Above, an unimaginably massive face stared down at her with amused interest. A voice like rolling thunder, laced with mockery, boomed, ”Are you looking for me?”

In that moment, one thought consumed Yi Qingwu: escape. She had to flee, dispel the Broad Cold Divine Realm, and hide in the Moon Palace until her grandmother could save her. She’d never felt such fear in her life. Those weren’t pillars—they were legs, so vast she’d mistaken them for celestial columns. Ye Chen was enormous, his feet planted on the ground, his head brushing the domain’s ceiling, forced to stoop because he couldn’t stand upright.

She didn’t dare fathom why Ye Chen’s spiritual sense had grown so massive. The thought of her scouring the ground for him while he loomed silently above, watching, sent chills through her. As she turned to flee, his massive hand reached for her. ”Holy Maiden, you found me—why run?”

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Before Ye Chen’s ten-thousand-meter frame, Yi Qingwu was like a child. She couldn’t escape; in an instant, he seized her, lifting her into the air. Her fifteen-hundred-meter form was barely larger than his head. Held in his grip, her primordial spirit cracked.

Ye Chen considered taunting her further, but her relentless killing moves had drained his interest. No critical hit from gifting, and like Li Feihuang, her high multiplier meant little. Best to end it.

Under her terrified gaze, Ye Chen, bored, tossed her into the air. With a charged punch, he struck. Her primordial spirit shattered instantly, and the Broad Cold Divine Realm, forged by her bloodline Divine Ability, cracked like a mirror. Ye Chen’s fist had obliterated it.

The domain’s rules dissolved, and Ye Chen’s spiritual sense returned to his body. The battle was over.

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Ye Chen opened his eyes, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. The sensation of towering over everything in the Broad Cold Divine Realm had been exhilarating—like piloting a mech. Once he returned to the Holy Land, he’d immediately enter seclusion to break through to the Deity Transformation stage and condense his Heaven and Earth Manifestation.

His thoughts were interrupted as his pupils caught a glimmer—a streak of light darting toward Yi Qingwu’s body, carrying the aura of a primordial spirit. Ye Chen’s brows rose. She’d survived his charged punch? Impressive. But she was clearly weakened.

No way he’d let her spirit return. Activating the Kun Peng Treasure Technique, he instantly suppressed her primordial spirit, pinning it in the void before him. Looking closely, he saw her spirit had shrunk, its seven-colored radiance dimmed. Her eyes burned with disbelief.

Before he could speak, Yi Qingwu demanded, ”Why is your spiritual sense so powerful?” That was what she couldn’t accept. Her Broad Cold Immortal Physique had only reached fifteen hundred meters in the divine realm, yet Ye Chen had manifested a ten-thousand-meter form. His spiritual sense dwarfed hers, despite being only at the Nascent Soul stage. It was unthinkable.

Ye Chen grinned. ”I know you’re dying to know, but I’m not telling.”

Her spirit’s lips twitched, yet she raised her flawless chin with unshaken pride, showing no awareness of being a captive. Ye Chen had no patience for games. ”Hand over the Moon Palace’s control method and the half-Battle Secret, or death won’t be your end. I’ll refine you into my Human Emperor Banner. It’s missing a Deity Transformation main soul.”

Human Emperor Banner? Yi Qingwu raised an eyebrow. But when Ye Chen produced a banner wreathed in dark, rolling qi, her lips curled in disdain. ”You want it? Too bad—I won’t give it to you.” Fearless, she didn’t even dread death. Her spirit began to swell, poised to self-destruct.

Ye Chen’s eyes flashed coldly, his terrifying spiritual sense sweeping out to suppress her, preventing the explosion. He recalled how she’d revived from the Moon Palace after his Hand of Heaven struck. If she self-destructed near it, she might revive again, hiding within its protection where he couldn’t touch her.

Indeed, Yi Qingwu’s eyes glinted with cold confidence, unshaken even as he thwarted her plan. Her celestial voice carried unwavering assurance. ”Stopping me from self-destructing is pointless. My grandmother has sensed the disturbance and will soon break the array to save me. I underestimated you this time, but next time we meet, I’ll kill you.”

Ye Chen laughed. This woman was something else—defeated, yet acting like the victor, her confidence bordering on absurd. A next time? Did she really think he was out of options?