[Thirty-Three Heavens Beyond · Vast Cloud Path] Having left the suffocating Lingxiao Palace, the air finally began to flow again.
The clouds beneath their feet were no longer the rigid white jade solidified by magic, but had regained their original softness and looseness, swirling and unfurling with the high-altitude gale like shattered pear petals.
Shen Qingqiu supported Seventeen, walking on this path that seemed to lead to freedom but was actually fraught with danger.
"Cough…" Seventeen covered his lips, a trace of dark golden blood seeping through his fingers.
Although he had swallowed the two Nine-Turn Golden Pills, the shock injury from the innate treasures wouldn't heal instantly. His data core was undergoing frantic reconstruction and self-checking, the intense heat from his body seeping through his tattered black robe, burning Shen Qingqiu's palms.
"Don't push yourself." Shen Qingqiu stopped.
She looked around; it was a breathtaking sea of clouds, the golden sunset dyeing the clouds a brilliant crimson, a beauty that was breathtaking. But within her **[Overclocking Vision]**, beneath this beautiful scenery, countless red warning signs had already appeared.
"Di Jun let us go because he's the emperor, he has his pride."
Shen Qingqiu said softly, taking out a silk handkerchief embroidered with blue lotuses and gently wiping the bloodstains from Seventeen's lips.
"But that mongrel Donghuang Taiyi is petty. He will never let us leave these Thirty-Three Heavens alive." Seventeen grasped her hand, rubbing his cheek against her cool palm, like a wounded lone wolf seeking comfort.
"Here it comes." His voice was hoarse, a hint of killing intent flashing in his purple eyes.
"Six o'clock, heat source reaction… 3,000."
…
"Where do you think you're going—!!!" A sharp cry shattered the tranquility of the sea of clouds.
The clouds behind suddenly burst into flames.
It was the true fire of the sun, burning half the sky into a crimson inferno.
Countless demon soldiers clad in fiery armor, riding blazing chariots, swarmed in like locusts.
Leading them was the demon god Bifang, who had been humiliated at the Southern Heavenly Gate.
Behind him followed Prince Lu Ya, whose chariot had been severed by Seventeen in Qingqiu.
Old and new grudges were settled today.
"That man in black is at his last gasp!" Lu Ya, his face contorted with rage, held a gourd containing the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife (though not yet fully refined).
"Father said to release them; that's Father's mercy. But once they leave the Southern Heavenly Gate, their lives are in the hands of fate!"
"Kill them! Chop the men into pieces and feed them to the Heavenly Dogs, and the women… capture them alive!" Three thousand demon soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
The light of various magical treasures intertwined, forming a net that sealed off all escape routes.
Seventeen's hand slowly reached for the hilt of the **[Slaying Evil]** sword hidden in his sleeve.
His back straightened again, his previously weak aura instantly becoming sharp as a knife.
Even with his last breath, he would stand before her.
"Seventeen, let go."
Shen Qingqiu pressed his hand down.
She stepped forward, blocking his path.
Her red dress fluttered in the gale, the peach wood hairpin in her hair trembled slightly.
She looked at the overwhelming gods, Buddhas, demons, and monsters pressing down from the sky, at the true fire capable of incinerating everything.
She didn't draw her sword, nor did she summon any magical weapons.
She simply…smiled.
A smile of extreme beauty, extreme pride, carrying a clarity that understood the very essence of the rules.
"Seventeen, your head-on fighting style just now, while cool, was too tiring."
Shen Qingqiu stretched out her slender, pale hands, her ten fingers gently moving in the air, as if about to play a silent melody.
"Today, I will teach you a…woman's way of fighting."
…[Law Hacker · Space Weaving]
[Activate] In Shen Qingqiu's golden eyes,
the world before her was no longer clouds, fire, and demonic soldiers.
but rather, crisscrossing lines of latitude and longitude.
These were the underlying code of the primordial world, the threads of laws that constructed space.
The so-called Southern Heavenly Gate was merely a coordinate point.
The so-called Thirty-Three Heavens was nothing more than a high-dimensional data package.
"You want to capture me?"
Shen Qingqiu lightly raised her hand, her fingertips gleaming with brilliant golden light.
She didn't unleash a single attack spell.
She simply extended her finger and gently hooked a "thread" in the void before her.
Then, like embroidery, she flicked it lightly.
*Whoosh—* The Bifang demon god at the forefront, his blazing spear already three inches from Shen Qingqiu's brow.
He could even see the mocking smile on the woman's face.
"Die!" Bifang laughed wildly.
However,
the next second.
the scenery before him changed.
the woman in the red dress was gone, the sea of clouds was gone.
Instead, there was a pitch-black, icy, and violently pressurized deep sea…
"Glug-glug—?!" Before Bi Fang could react, he was suddenly gulped down by the icy seawater.
He was a fire-attribute demon god, most afraid of water.
Moreover, this wasn't ordinary water.
This was the far north of the primordial wilderness, the eye of the North Sea. An absolute forbidden zone where even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would suffer a severe injury if they fell in.
"What's going on?!" Prince Lu Ya, who was charging forward in his escape light, suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.
Not only him, but the three thousand demon soldiers behind him seemed to have collectively crashed into an invisible mirror.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Like magic,
the menacing demon soldiers vanished one after another into thin air.
And far above the eye of the North Sea.
The once calm sea suddenly began to churn like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Splash! Splash! *Splash!*
Thousands of fiery demon soldiers plummeted from the void, crashing into the icy seawater and sending steam billowing into the air.
"Aaaah! I'm freezing!"
"Where is this? Aren't we at the South Heavenly Gate?"
"Help! My fire's gone out!"
...Outside the South Heavenly Gate.
The once bustling battlefield was instantly emptied.
Only Shen Qingqiu and Seventeen remained, standing alone on the clouds.
Shen Qingqiu withdrew her fingers and elegantly smoothed a stray hair at her temple.
"Done."
She turned and winked at Seventeen.
"This is called... long-range delivery."
"Since they don't want to leave, I'll send them to the North Sea for a cold shower to calm them down." Seventeen stared in disbelief.
This was an operation he'd never seen before in his tactical logic library.
Not killing, yet more psychologically damaging than killing.
Throwing a group of fire-type demons into the North Sea eye... that's too cruel.
"Qingqiu..." Seventeen looked at her, his eyes filled with adoration.
"Your move...is more powerful than my sword."
"Of course." Shen Qingqiu took his arm, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Brute force can only shatter bones, but wisdom can...disrupt the heavens."
However, things didn't end so simply.
Just as Shen Qingqiu withdrew her hand...
Rumble— The sky above cracked open.
A gigantic, sky-covering golden hand descended from the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Terrifying Dao patterns coiled around the hand, each pattern containing destructive power.
It was Donghuang Taiyi.
Although he hadn't chased after them, he had been locking onto this area with his divine sense.
Seeing his subordinate so thoroughly toyed with, this demon god of war finally disregarded his pride and attacked from afar.
"Demoness! Don't run!" Taiyi's roar was like rolling thunder.
The giant hand sealed off space, even suppressing Shen Qingqiu's "Law Hacker" to some extent (after all, the level difference remained).
"This is troublesome." Shen Qingqiu's face paled.
A Quasi-Saint's furious attack was no joke.
Seventeen abruptly pulled her behind him.
He drew his already cracked **[Slaying Evil]** sword.
Preparing for a final, desperate struggle.
"Don't move."
Shen Qingqiu pressed him down again.
A mad glint flashed in her eyes.
"Seventeen, do you want to see an even bigger fireworks display?"
She didn't try to block the palm strike.
Instead, she pulled out the **[Star River Chart]** (holographic prism) that she had just displayed at the banquet.
"Taiyi, didn't you want this star chart?"
Shen Qingqiu held up the prism.
"Then it's yours!"
She crushed the prism.
*Snap.*
The high-dimensional data stream inside instantly erupted.
But this was more than just a chart.
Shen Qingqiu had planted a… logic bomb inside.
It was a dimensional coordinate virus she brought from the Main God Space, related to **"Infinite Terror"**.
"Explode!"
*Whoosh—!!!*
The shattered prism transformed into a massive, multicolored spacetime vortex.
That vortex didn't have any suction.
Instead, it spewed out countless random things.
Those were…garbage from other dimensions.
There was the T-virus stock solution from Resident Evil, tentacles and severed limbs from the Cthulhu world, paper money from Fengmen Village, and neon signs from the cyber world.
While these things weren't highly harmful, they were extremely insulting.
Moreover, the otherworldly laws they carried caused a violent rejection reaction with the Primordial Heavenly Dao.
Boom boom boom!
The Heavenly Dao was enraged, unleashing Purple Heaven Divine Lightning to strike down that otherworldly garbage.
And Taiyi's giant hand happened to block the path of the lightning tribulation.
*Crack!* A bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a bucket, struck Taiyi's hand.
"Agh—!!!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed from the Thirty-Three Heavens.
The giant golden hand was instantly charred black and forced to retract.
Taking advantage of the chaos,
Shen Qingqiu pulled Seventeen to her feet.
"Run!" With a flick of her finger, she tore a tiny opening in the chaotic spatial laws.
The two transformed into streaks of light and disappeared inside.
...Half an hour later.
The two had escaped the Thirty-Three Heavens and landed on the edge of a wild jungle.
Seventeen leaned against an ancient tree, panting heavily.
Although he hadn't been directly hit, the oppressive force he had just experienced had exacerbated his already damaged core.
"We...escaped." Seventeen looked at the sky; although dark clouds covered it (the lightning tribulation was still striking the trash), the pursuers were no longer in sight.
Shen Qingqiu helped him sit down, letting him rest his head on her lap.
She looked at his pale face and tenderly smoothed his disheveled hair.
"Yes, we escaped."
"And, we're famous now."
She could sense a strange thread of cause and effect had appeared in the world.
It was the talk and awe of all living beings.
From this day forward.
No one in the primordial world would dare underestimate this pair of "rogue cultivators."
A black-clad demon god who could withstand the Chaos Bell with his bare body.
A red-clad demoness who could manipulate the heavens with her bare hands and toss demon soldiers around like delivery packages.
"Was it worth it?" Seventeen suddenly asked.
For fame, they had provoked the entire demon race.
"Of course it was worth it." Shen Qingqiu lowered her head and kissed his forehead.
Her gaze became deep and distant.
"Seventeen, we can't establish ourselves in this era by simply hiding."
"Only when gods and demons fear us can we...set the rules."
"Our next journey is to the foot of Buzhou Mountain."
"To find Nuwa, to witness...the birth of humanity."
"That is our root, and our trump card for turning the tide." Seventeen didn't understand what trump card meant.
He only knew that her legs were soft, and her kisses were sweet.
That was enough.
He closed his eyes, and in that gentle caress, he slowly drifted into a state of dormancy and repair.
In his dreams, there was no longer the raging flames and carnage.
But rather, the peach blossoms of the ten-mile peach grove, and the tranquility woven by her delicate hands.
Leaving the golden palace, disrupting the heavenly order.
This rehearsal of a great disturbance in the Heavenly Palace ended with the complete escape of two madmen, drawing an extremely arrogant conclusion.
And the history of the primordial world, because of these two variables, quietly took a... turn.