Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

This is destined to be a world-renowned battle.

Also destined to be recorded in future generations.

One is Zhao Wuxiu, once recognized as the world's number one, and the other is the newly crowned king.

Curiously, what people initially thought would be an earth-shattering, epic showdown turned out to be surprisingly unexpected when the fight actually began.

Their combat appeared like a spar between ordinary martial artists; every move was extremely slow.

Every action was clearly visible.

Gone was the imagined fierce and rapid storm-like attack.

But gradually, people sensed something unusual.

To their shock, they discovered in the sky, another Jiang Shouzhong and Zhao Wuxiu were fiercely battling as well.

It was as if in another dimension at the same time, their battle was synchronously unfolding.

Soon after, in a secluded valley, their figures appeared again, fighting closely matched.

As time passed, the strange phenomenon became ever more frequent.

Whether on bustling streets, or above the turbulent rivers and seas.

Whether in tranquil mountain hollows or peaks piercing the clouds, their fighting figures could be seen everywhere.

As if above and below, they were everywhere.

These figures continuously emerged, increasing over time, densely covering the entire world.

Anyone approaching could clearly feel an intense killing intent.

Many bold and perceptive cultivators simply observed their fight, attempting to gain insight from this peak duel and achieve breakthroughs in their own cultivation.

After all, to witness such a battle between two peerless powerhouses up close was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for any cultivator.

The duration of their fight also grew longer and longer.

This continued for three full days and nights.

Just when everyone thought the battle would go on indefinitely, the countless figures filling the sky and earth vanished like illusions in an instant.

Even the two originally standing before the Heavenly Gate disappeared without a trace.

"Where is my husband?"

Yelü Miaomiao asked anxiously.

Ye Zhuchan gazed at the sky, filled with cracks as if it would collapse at any moment, and said softly, "Peach Garden."

——

This is a peach orchard.

Peach trees scattered around gracefully, with petals fluttering beautifully in the air.

Yet in this orchard, there was a sudden presence of a Blood Pool.

This is the Tribulation Fate Pool.

The lifespan of countless ordinary people in the Mortal World was hijacked here, sacrificed to the celestial immortals above, in exchange for their so-called "immortality."

In fact, the blood swirling in the pool was merely formed by the eerie Red Rain.

Jiang Shouzhong silently gazed at the Blood Pool, expressionless.

At his feet, Zhao Wuxiu had only a breath left, his flesh seemingly dissolved, exposing the bone structure.

"Jiang Shouzhong, what did you see?"

Zhao Wuxiu asked weakly.

Jiang Shouzhong's expression remained indifferent as he slowly uttered, "Selfishness and the fear of death."

"It's immortality."

Zhao Wuxiu's gaze dimmed, his voice faint but with a trace of obsession, "It's the great path."

Jiang Shouzhong looked at him, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, coldly saying, "Self-deception, is this the great path you're pursuing?"

Zhao Wuxiu closed his eyes, muttering:

"Climbing to the peak just to pick that flower, whether that flower exists or not, I must pick it... maybe... you'll never understand."

With that, his head fell feebly.

This marked the fall of the once-only Heavenly Human Realm cultivator of Dazhou.

At the same time, wisps of red light slowly emanated from his gradually cold body, swirling and gathering in the air, slowly forming a humanoid shape.

This humanoid figure constantly changed.

Sometimes taking the form of a man, other times transforming into a woman's figure.

As if portraying the myriad faces of countless immortals.

Ultimately, the radiance dissipated, and the figure solidified into an elderly man with white hair.

With the appearance of the white-haired elder, the surrounding peach petals began to wither, like a beautiful covering being torn away, revealing a broken firmament.

Within the firmament, countless structures lay destroyed, ruins and remnants visible everywhere, resembling an apocalyptic scene.

The white-haired elder looked at Jiang Shouzhong, his gaze filled with a complex mix of resentment, fear, and helplessness.

Finally, the elder merely sighed:

"When the world is devoid of immortals, people lose their faith. Without faith, there's no support and hope. Jiang Shouzhong, is your so-called justice really righteous?"

Jiang Shouzhong replied indifferently, "In this world, there is no absolute justice; ultimately, it's merely the law of the jungle. In the past, you stood at the top of the food chain, but now, you no longer do."

The white-haired elder's lips curled into a faint bitter smile, "You're not as stubborn as I imagined."

Jiang Shouzhong calmly responded:

"No one is born stubborn; everyone is just seeking a chance to live or creating the possibility for others to do so. This is also Li Guanshi's wish."

"I am the East Emperor."

The white-haired elder spoke with a touch of world-weariness,

"I once, like Li Guanshi, wanted to create a fair world. However, after trying for a long time, I discovered that fairness was never needed in this world."

Jiang Shouzhong nodded gently, "Indeed, for all things in this world, survival is the primary concern."