220: Chapter 220 Those who are virtuous gain much support, while those who are not find it little.

She raised her head. Her blood-red eyes pierced through layers of clouds and mist, locking onto the heights of the Nine Heavens.

The place radiating ten thousand beams of golden light, where celestial music faintly echoed.

The Heavenly Palace.

That was the residence of the Celestial Emperor.

The source of "Destiny."

The starting point of all tragedies.

And the mastermind behind her husband's lifelong struggle and eventual fall.

"Husband..."

"I remember I once asked you."

"If one day you could replace that Celestial Emperor and become the ruler of this world, what would you do?"

"At that time, you smiled and replied."

"‘I wish for everyone in the world to be like dragons, with no distinction between immortal and mortal, no division between noble and lowly.’"

"You said you weren't born in Zhaoge."

"And that your hometown looked exactly like that."

"At that time, I was actually foolish enough to mock your naivety..."

"Today, Demon Concubine Su Daji will go and ask that old Celestial Emperor for you."

"His Heavenly Palace, his Destiny, his distinctions between immortal and mortal, noble and lowly..."

"Just... what the hell do they even count for!"

As her voice fell.

She lightly tapped her toes.

A terrifying demonic power soared into the sky.

The red silhouette, carrying Su Chen's remains on her back.

Transformed into a blood-colored rainbow that tore through the sky.

Ignoring all the restrictions placed between the immortal and mortal realms by the celestials.

She headed toward the supreme Lingxiao Treasure Hall of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

She charged into the sky without a second thought.

Her bridal gown was like blood, dancing wildly in the biting celestial wind.

Like a battle flag, or a funeral banner.

"Old Celestial Emperor—!"

"Get out here and face your death!!!"

...

That year.

In the Thirty-Three Heavens, before the Lingxiao Hall.

Blood flowed for seven full days and nights.

From the Southern Heaven Gate to the Tongming Hall, from the banks of the Jade Pool to the Tushita Palace.

Every celestial step paved with white jade was stained dark red by the blood of fallen immortals and gods.

The once magnificent Heavenly Palace, where celestial music drifted.

Now, the halls were collapsed and the jade pillars broken.

Only tattered banners fluttered weakly in the wind.

Severed limbs, broken bodies, and fragments of divine weapons were everywhere.

Those lofty statues of gods that once received offerings of incense from millions.

Were now either shattered into pieces.

Or completely turned to powder, mixing with the foul blood flowing across the floor.

Su Daji.

Everyone who dared to block her path.

Had become part of this mess on the ground.

How many immortals and gods she had killed.

She herself could no longer count.

Her bridal gown was soaked through with divine blood, its color turning black, clinging tightly to the woman's thin back.

From the hem of her dress, thick liquid dripped incessantly.

She walked very slowly.

One step, then another.

Stepping over divine remains.

Stepping over ruins.

On her back, that corpse dressed in the solemn ceremonial robes of the Human Emperor remained steadily slumped.

His cheek pressed against the side of her neck, as if he were merely sleeping on her shoulder.

She slightly turned her face, and she could rub against her husband, who seemed to be in a deep sleep.

It also seemed as if the husband on her back gave her strength and courage.

Killing gods, slaying Buddhas.

All who blocked her path died.

Wherever she passed, the occasional immortals who were lucky enough not to die or who had fled and hidden upon hearing the news.

All felt their souls shattering, cowering in the depths of the clouds and mist in corners, not even daring to breathe loudly.

They looked at that figure in the blood-stained red dress, and the lifeless man on her back.

Looking at her crimson eyes.

They felt a chill all over their bodies.

Despite this.

Most of those immortals she temporarily hadn't found the time to deal with.

Eventually still died by her hand.

In the end.

Su Daji even felt that she wasn't intentionally slaughtering.

She was merely unconsciously clearing all the "obstacles" between her and the highest point of the Lingxiao Hall.

Her power, amidst the endless slaughter, climbed frantically at a terrifying speed.

The pure and vast incense faith and immortal essence dissipated from every fallen immortal surged into her body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

The incense faith that those immortals once regarded as their lifeblood.

Was now directly forged into sword blades by Su Daji.

And stabbed into their chests.

The more she slaughtered, the more terrifying her aura became.

It no longer belonged to the power level of mortal cultivators, or even ordinary immortals and gods.

It was a power that plundered half of the Heavenly Court's accumulation, triggered by the blood sacrifice of her beloved's heart and soul, and nirvana-ed out of boundless hatred and madness.

The power of world-ending.

Finally.

She stepped over the last jade step.

Standing before the already wide-open doors of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Inside the hall, the cloud platform was high, and nine dragons coiled around the pillars.

But at this moment, on that supreme throne, only a single figure remained.

The Celestial Emperor.

The vast and majestic imperial pressure around him remained.

However, under the current circumstances.

That majesty seemed somewhat hollow.

After all,

Below him, where there should have been crowds of immortals worshipping and star officials lined up.

It was now empty.

Only the north wind whistling through the hall, wailing.

Making this once prosperous place seem exceptionally desolate.

This old Celestial Emperor was all alone before the final battle.

It actually fulfilled his prediction for Su Chen.

Winning the way but losing support, deserted by friends and family.

Except.

The one deserted by everyone was the Celestial Emperor himself.

Seeing the Celestial Emperor's almost pitiful appearance, Su Daji stopped before the hall doors.

Her cold lips even forced out a trace of an enchanting, cold sneer.

She didn't enter immediately, but slightly tilted her head, gently rubbing her cheek against the back of Su Chen's hand on her shoulder.

The movement was incredibly tender.

But set against the soaring killing intent around her, it appeared exceptionally terrifying.

Then, she raised her head.

Her crimson eyes firmly locked onto the figure on the throne.

"Celestial Emperor..."

"You old dog."

The figure on the throne trembled.

The auspicious light scattered slightly, revealing a majestic face.

He stared fixedly at the woman below the hall carrying the corpse, his eyes churning with monstrous rage.

He hadn't expected Su Daji to actually be able to walk before him.

Even less did he expect that just for a bit of incense faith, for setting a trap to kill a mortal emperor.

This reincarnation of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox would actually dare to offend and insult the entire Immortal Realm like this.

At this moment, this former supreme ruler of the Immortal Realm was both fearful and enraged.

Although he knew that in his current state, he was by no means a match for this female Rakshasa who had slaughtered her way through the Heavenly Palace while carrying her husband's remains.

The Celestial Emperor still managed to put on a hollow, imposing front.

"Demon fox!"

"How dare you slaughter the Heavenly Court and desecrate the Heavenly Dao!"

"Ten thousand deaths cannot atone for your crimes."

"Today, I shall personally pronounce your death sentence."

The Celestial Emperor spoke, his voice carrying the brilliant might of heaven, attempting to suppress her with his aura.

"Heavenly Dao?"

Hearing this term, Su Daji acted as if she had heard the funniest thing in the world.

She couldn't help but throw her head back and laugh exceptionally shrilly.

The laughter grew louder and more crazed.

At the end of her laughter, tears mixed with blood and rolled down together.

"Your Heavenly Dao is to treat all living beings as straw dogs and play with fate in the palm of your hand?"

"Is it to not hesitate to stir up a catastrophe in the mortal world for a bit of incense, to drive the virtuous to their deaths, and to insult a person's remains?"

She suddenly took a step forward.

The killing intent around her shook back most of the auspicious aura around the Celestial Emperor that symbolized his cultivation.

"My husband, Di Xin."

On her extremely terrifyingly beautiful face, a gentle smile suddenly bloomed.

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