Villainess Rampage: The Whole Sect Begs for Mercy

The moment she sat down, a mysterious consciousness washed over her. It was as if she had been plunged into a world filled with symbols.

She looked up to find herself shrouded by endless symbols, and soon, she found it difficult to breathe.

Song Wanning sensed something was wrong and began to fight back frantically, trying to drive the symbols away.

But after a brief attempt, she discovered that none of her power worked on these symbols. Her most domineering attacks felt like trying to scratch an itch—they had no effect whatsoever.

She immediately changed her approach and began to use her consciousness to fight the symbols.

This yielded some results, but she still couldn’t get rid of the symbols. Instead, they pressed in even closer.

The suffocating sensation grew more and more pronounced, making her extremely uncomfortable.

The situation was becoming critical. If she died in this mental space, her Divine Soul would be destroyed along with her. That was a fate truly beyond any cure.

Song Wanning forced herself to calm down. ’A frontal assault is useless, so I have to think differently.’

’A trial...’

’Since it’s a trial, I should first try to comprehend it.’

With that, she endured the suffocating feeling and began to use her consciousness to trace the symbols, one stroke at a time.

At first, the symbols resisted, but Song Wanning’s Divine Soul Power was formidable, and she quickly tamed them.

She traced them stroke by stroke with her consciousness, remaining cautious the entire time, not daring to pause for even a moment.

Drawing a talisman was just like Array Carving; there could be no interruptions, and any fluctuation in the flow of Spiritual Energy would lead to failure.

Song Wanning knew this well, so she maintained a steady, even pace throughout the entire process.

Driven by her immense spiritual power, she actually managed to finish drawing the first symbol.

At that exact moment, the completed symbol shot into her Sea of Consciousness with a WHOOSH, transforming into a small point of light that bobbed up and down within it.

Song Wanning’s eyes lit up, and the suffocating sensation vanished along with it!

’I’ve found the right way.’

”Phew—”

Letting out a long breath, Song Wanning continued to trace the symbols in the same manner.

She had a premonition that if she finished tracing all these symbols, she would gain an unexpected reward.

...

”COUGH COUGH COUGH!”

Huo Jinchuan clutched his chest in pain, coughing so violently it felt like he was about to hack up a lung.

The long escape had nearly depleted his supply of Elixir Pills. He was lucky to have stumbled into this hidden place; it was the only reason he’d survived his encounter with Huo Yang.

Even so, his internal injuries were still not fully healed, and his strength had been greatly diminished.

He stared at the symbols before him, his brow deeply furrowed.

He had intended to leave today but had accidentally triggered the Immortal Palace, which had trapped him in this room.

The symbols before him were for crafting a talisman treasure. It would take a long time to study and fully comprehend them.

But he was deeply worried. The appearance of the Immortal Palace would surely attract attention from the outside world, and others would undoubtedly rush here.

’I have to comprehend these symbols as quickly as possible, claim the inheritance, and then find a way to escape this place and get my revenge.’

For some reason, however, he felt a persistent unease, especially when he thought of Song Wanning’s astonishing luck. He was terrified she might discover this place.

”No! What’s mine, no one can take! I must comprehend all of this as quickly as possible!”

”And Song Wanning’s luck—I must steal it for myself.”

He had made preparations long ago, but he hadn’t expected to have a falling out with Huo Yang so soon. Now that he was in this predicament, luring Song Wanning here would be difficult.

But he had already set up the Array to plunder her luck. He would never let Song Wanning escape.

...

The appearance of the Immortal Palace quickly drew the attention of nearby Cultivators.

The pillar of light that shot into the sky showed no signs of dissipating.

The Huo Family was the closest, and countless disciples swarmed over. Members of other families, having received the news, were also rushing over with all their might.

Everyone coveted this great opportunity, fantasizing that it would fall to them and allow them to defy the heavens and change their fate.

Soon, more and more people poured into the Immortal Palace, and they all faced the same trial: they first had to overcome these symbols.

Meanwhile, in the Immortal Realm, within the Cloud Illusion Sect, Wu Qingyi was taking a nap when she suddenly sensed a disturbance from the Immortal Palace. She raised an eyebrow.

Her male attendant, who had been meditating nearby, noticed she was awake and immediately got up to brew tea and light incense.

”Mistress, why have you awoken so soon? No one is seeking talismans from you today, so you can rest a while longer.”

The male attendant’s eyes were filled with concern as he carefully helped Wu Qingyi sit up.

In a few days, the Sect would be heading to the Heavenly Abyss to slay Demons, a task that required a great number of Immortal Talismans. To prepare them, his Mistress hadn’t rested for months, nearly depleting her spiritual power. She had finally gotten a chance to rest for a bit, only to wake up after just half an hour.

Wu Qingyi accepted the teacup, took a sip, and inhaled the fragrance of the incense. Her exhausted spiritual power recovered slightly.

She rubbed the space between her aching brows and said with a smile, ”It’s nothing. I just noticed some activity from the Immortal Palace in the Lower World.”

With that, she waved her hand. A Spirit Mirror materialized in mid-air, displaying a dense array of faces, each in a separate compartment within the Immortal Palace.

”Mistress, this is...”

The male attendant stared at the Water Mirror in surprise. He never expected his Mistress to have possessions in the Lower World.

”Tens of thousands of years ago, I entered a hidden realm and encountered the Primordial Illusion Realm. In a moment of crisis, I had no choice but to use the Immortal Palace to shield myself from disaster.”

”The Immortal Palace was lost as a result, and I haven’t been able to sense it for tens of thousands of years. I never thought someone would awaken it today.”

Wu Qingyi’s expression was gentle, but a closer look revealed a sharp glint in her eyes.

Her gaze quickly locked onto Huo Jinchuan, and she studied him carefully.

”A bone age of several hundred years, yet barely at Late-stage Divinity Separation. His aptitude is rather average...”

Hearing this, the male attendant’s hands paused, and his expression became momentarily unnatural.

To a heaven-blessed prodigy like his Mistress, such a cultivation speed was indeed extremely slow.

But for an ordinary person, it was already outstanding.

”Oh, well. If he truly has the talent, I don’t mind giving him my inheritance in the Lower World.”

Wu Qingyi suppressed her dissatisfaction, her expression growing even more weary.

She leaned back against the headboard, and the male attendant hurried over to massage her shoulders, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

His Mistress had many male attendants. He had fought hard for this opportunity to serve her and absolutely could not let her be displeased.

As he massaged her, he glanced at the Immortal Palace and soon spotted a figure that made his eyes light up.

’What a beautiful face.’

The person’s eyes were tightly shut, with symbols circling around them, giving off an aura of mystery and cold beauty.

He could even imagine how breathtakingly stunning those eyes would be when they opened.

Wu Qingyi noticed her attendant’s gaze and also looked toward the Spirit Mirror. A flash of light suddenly appeared in her weary eyes.

She saw Song Wanning, and in the adjacent chamber, Baili Shang.

’Such powerful talent from these two!’