Even though the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm is one of the most powerful realms in the Chaos Universe, and its Palace Lord an existence at the pinnacle of the Extreme God Realm, there is no one in the world who wouldn't panic when suddenly faced with the Blood Shadow Demon Lord.
"Attack!" one of the female empresses commands coldly. The formation erupts with a monstrous purple brilliance, condensing the strength of all present into one fearsome strike.
Ling Ye sighs, his expression helpless. "I haven't done anything. Can't you see I'm not hostile?"
But against the overwhelming power of the massive formation, Ling Ye simply raises his palm and taps lightly into the air.
In the next moment—Boom!
Under the horrified gazes of the goddesses, the entire Purple Sea Primordial Formation shatters instantly.
The formation disintegrates into countless purple light particles that scatter into the sky before vanishing.
Everyone freezes, stunned, their eyes wide with terror.
Is this the power of the legendary Blood Shadow Demon Lord? Is this the strength of the most powerful being in the universe?
The strongest killing formation, painstakingly crafted by all the powerhouses of the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm, is obliterated with a mere gesture.
Their disbelieving eyes turn to the center of the dissipating light. Ling Ye's tall and slender figure stands there silently.
In that moment, the goddesses feel an overwhelming sense of oppression. To him, they are ants—not even worth his notice. It is as if Ling Ye stands at an unattainable height, a being infinitely beyond their reach.
All their strength, all their pride, feels utterly meaningless in his presence.
"I came here only to speak with your Palace Lord. Is this how you treat your guests?" Ling Ye's cold voice cuts through the stunned silence.
Without waiting for a reply, he begins walking deeper into the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm. Although his steps appear measured, each one carries him a great distance forward, as if the space between them collapses.
"We don't entertain guests in the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm!" one of the empresses shouts.
"Stop him!"
The fairy empresses rush to intercept Ling Ye, unleashing a flurry of attacks. The air crackles with their power as they bombard him with everything they have.
But their efforts are futile. With a single wave of his hand, Ling Ye nullifies their attacks as if they are mere ripples in the wind.
The disparity in strength is crushing.
For the first time, the goddesses of the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm experience a crushing sense of helplessness. Arrogant and proud as they are, they now taste bitter frustration.
Even though they knew they could not match Ling Ye, experiencing the vast gulf between them firsthand shakes them to their core.
Their spirits falter as they realize what it means to face someone so far beyond their power that even resisting feels absurd.
Ling Ye doesn't even acknowledge their attacks.
"Under Luo Li's leadership, the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm cultivates both arrogance and strength,' he reflects. "I don't want to shatter their spirit entirely—it could harm their cultivation progress. I'll simply ignore them as much as possible."
After a short while, Ling Ye reaches the innermost part of the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm. Towering ancient trees stretch toward the heavens, their branches thick with blossoms that fill the air with a heavenly fragrance.
Amid this serene beauty stands a majestic Immortal Palace, grand and resplendent among the ancient trees.
The goddesses regroup and form a human wall in front of Ling Ye, determined to block his path.
"If you want to pass, you'll have to step over our corpses," one of them declares, her voice resolute.
Their eyes burn with determination; this is the last act of defiance they can offer.
But Ling Ye doesn't even acknowledge their stand.
In an instant, his figure blurs and reappears behind them. He bypasses their defenses entirely, unscathed and unbothered, without raising a hand against them.
The act leaves them stunned and humiliated. He doesn't hurt them, but his disregard feels like the ultimate insult.
The goddesses whirl around in disbelief, watching Ling Ye stride unimpeded toward the Immortal Palace.