Meisha’s eyes were filled with confidence.

Just a month ago, when the spring breeze blew, she fused with the White Bone Demon Thunder.

This is considered a relatively exotic thunder.

On the Exotic Thunder Ranking, it ranks ninety-ninth.

The process of fusing exotic thunder is extremely dangerous.

Even with complete preparation, during the fusion, she still suffered many physical hardships.

Her body was torn to shreds, and even her meridians were severely damaged.

Thinking back to that scene of fusing exotic thunder, she still has lingering fears.

That day, dark clouds roiled in the sky, the spring wind howled, tree waves rolled in the Savage Forest, and leaves flew everywhere.

Some fragile branches were directly broken off.

The demon wind rose, and most people shut their windows tightly and watched the abnormal phenomena outside from indoors.

Children hid directly in their blankets.

The dark clouds in the sky brewed for a long time, thunder rumbled, as if imperial carriages passed by.

In the sky, a lightning bolt resembling a skeletal hand flashed across the horizon, like a Nine Yin Bone Hand clawing onto the ground.

The lightning struck, nearly tearing the entire Savage Forest apart.

And amid this storm, Meisha stood on the mountain peak with her staff, reaching out to attract the exotic thunder in the sky.

Because her staff contained elements that were close to exotic thunder.

These elements were also gathered with great effort and time to fully collect the Thunder Spirit Stones.

The White Bone Demon Thunder hand grabbed heavily onto the staff.

Then the lightning passed through the staff, instantly spreading throughout her body.

At this moment, a ripping pain spread throughout her body, her hair stood on end.

The originally delicate jade-like skin suddenly burst open, blood splattering everywhere.

And the White Bone Lightning flew through her pupils.

The intense pain was like a whip directly striking her soul’s depths.

Yet, even so, she did not lose her mind, stubbornly enduring.

At the same time, she secretly activated the True Thunder Control Art.

It took seven days and nights to completely fuse the exotic thunder into her heart.

Apply it to her hand.

Meisha took a deep breath.

The scene at that time was extremely dangerous; such a fusion, she never wished to undertake a second time. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

With the White Bone Demon Thunder, she naturally felt confident to display her Godlike Might in the selection tournament.

The spring breeze brushed her cheek, her expression incredibly cold.

Yet little did she know what kind of adventure Sect Master Wang encountered during this time.

Silently calculating in her heart.

Apart from Sect Master Wang, there was another person who counted as her opponent.

That person was Heimu, the grandson of the Black Emperor.

...

In the extreme northern land, even though spring had arrived.

Yet the place remained desolate.

Such a place, few would come here.

Unless chased by enemies, would one come to such a godforsaken place.

A blood-red sunset hung on the horizon.

Arrogantly radiant like fire.

Wilted old trees lay across the desert.

Tree roots lay exposed, already showing decayed parts.

A middle-aged man in a black robe and black hat walked alone under this blood-red sunset.

His silhouette cast a very long and solitary shadow on the ground.

Yet on his back, he carried a sword box.

Inside was a chilling sword.

The middle-aged man had a handsome face, seeming to have weathered countless hardships.

Yet his eyes shone with a soul-seizing gleam, as if seeing the true nature of the world.

"Master, do you really think we can take the position of Leader of the Blackwater Alliance?"

Heimu murmured.

As he spoke, a woman in a blue robe appeared amidst the vast desert.

The woman in blue was somewhat illusory, as if she would drift away with a breeze.

"Disciple, I trust in my sunshine, your future will surely be limitless."

Qing Hanyu smiled.

Yet Heimu remained somewhat doubtful.

For years, following Qing Hanyu’s instructions, he wandered the world, honing his mind.

And constantly improving his cultivation.

Three thousand years passed, and his cultivation had greatly improved.

Yet having never interacted with the outside world, he was filled with fear towards it.

Seemingly, the world is vast, everywhere are pitfalls.

Everywhere are hidden experts.

This time, can he truly seize the position of Leader?

He doubted.

"Heimu, remember you’re the grandson of the Black Emperor, back then the Black Emperor was a figure of power in the Blackwater Alliance, the only one titled Emperor."

"As his descendant, carrying his bloodline, you may not trust your ability but you cannot doubt your bloodline."

Qing Hanyu said sternly.

Toward Heimu, she felt incredibly worn out.

Heimu had been somewhat self-deprecating from childhood, ridiculed and undermined due to his ordinary looks.

This made him even less confident.

Now the only confidence he had came from the soul state of Qing Hanyu.

Heimu nodded.

"The selection for Leader of the Blackwater Alliance is starting, we must hurry."

Qing Hanyu said and merged into the tattoo on Heimu’s arm.

Heimu began flying with his sword.

The desert was dry.

In the sky, Heimu took out a water bottle and drank.

"Help..."

At this time, he heard a call for help from below.

Looking down, the ground was a dark blur.

Thus, he lowered his flying height.

Getting closer to the ground.

Then he saw the situation on the ground clearly.

Amidst the desert, countless fierce beasts were besieging a hunting team.

Five white bones dyed with blood stained the sand.

Only one woman in a blue robe remained, wounded, fiercely resisting the beasts.

The woman’s blue robe was stained with blood.

Holding her sword, her hand had a wound, evidently severely injured.

"Master, this woman seems to be the Sword Saint, unexpectedly trapped by beasts here today, should we save her?"

"The Sword Saint has some status in the Blackwater Alliance, saving her could aid in taking the leader position."

Heimu murmured to the air.

Yet he recalled that people in the Blackwater Secret Realm were quite treacherous.

If he rashly saved her, it might seem like he had set a trap.

He once indeed did such a thing.

To win a woman’s favor, he made his good brothers act as villains.

Bullied that person until he suddenly appeared, turning into a grand heroic rescue.

After a moment’s hesitation.

He gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and charged downward.

His sword directly struck a desert Demon Wolf’s head.

With the Sword Saint’s strength, she should not be trapped by beasts.

No matter the size of the beast tide, she shouldn’t be trapped.

Yet why was the Sword Saint so severely injured?

The Sword Saint saw Heimu plummet from the sky, with vast Sword Qi on his sword.

One sword fell.

The Sixth Order Demon Wolf’s head was pierced, its body fell to the ground.

The Sword Saint saw Heimu make his move, and was delighted.

Yet her face remained haggard.