Fortunately, heaven still has virtue and a glimmer of hope.

The vast Brahma sound spread throughout the world, and in the moment of despair, the most devout faith surged toward Su Li.

It’s estimated that Haojun God couldn’t have thought that she could turn calamity into fortune, gaining merit and faith from the relic’s illusion gifts.

No one noticed that the illusion surprisingly formed its own realm, just missing a slight chance to break free from its rule constraint and become a true small world, and today Su Li provided the opportunity for it.

Whether for the Illusion Realm or the natives within it, it’s a tremendous opportunity.

For Su Li, it is the same.

With the support of one world, her merit finally came full circle, and her cultivation visibly skyrocketed.

Ziwei Saint Lord’s Holy Artifact’s perception is indeed sensitive, the aura surrounding Su Li even made the rapidly retreating Ziwei Saint Lord feel a chill on his scalp.

It was as if he had returned to ancient times, trembling in front of the Su Clan Leader.

Su Clan Leader was completely a nightmare for all Divine Monarchs and Holy Lords, as he single-handedly slaughtered the forces besieging them clean, but unfortunately... his weakness was too obvious.

Not every clan member was as firmly cold-hearted as that person.

They could throw caution to the wind, but he could not, for there was a crowd of elderly, sick, and disabled behind him. Thus he lost.

After sacrificing about ninety percent of their battle power, they finally exterminated the Su Clan.

At that time, he was not the current Ziwei Saint Lord, just a disciple of mediocre qualifications. It wasn’t until those stunningly brilliant ones all died that he stood out.

To achieve the position of Holy Lord, he didn’t know how much effort it took, but he still made it.

The complacency of high rank had made him forget the fear he once faced in the past.

However, this fear that went deep into his soul was all stirred up today.

The Su Clan members were lunatics through and through. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Ziwei Saint Lord departed at the fastest speed, his heart intensely panicked, slightly relieved at the sight of the Divine General Immortal Soldiers appearing.

A group of Divine General Immortal Soldiers in silver-white armor, led by several Holy Lords of the same rank, instantly appeared before him.

Ziwei Saint Lord sharply glimpsed a carriage drawn by four Immortal Dragons trailing behind them, the Great Venerable’s chariot.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, the Divine Realm’s elite force was fully mobilized just to eliminate a daughter of the Su Family.

Ziwei Saint Lord finally showed a faint bloodthirsty smile.

Su Li leisurely strode, as if walking on flat ground in the vast cosmos. In a short step, she appeared thousands of meters away in the next moment.

She seemed casual and elegant, walking slowly and somewhat carelessly. Yet she followed the fleeing aura of Ziwei Saint Lord without losing him.

Looking up to see the Divine General Immortal Soldiers quickly surrounding her, Su Li flashed a brilliant smile, shaking her Divine Whip to signify welcome.

Scanning over, everyone she saw, each Immortal Monarch, Divine Monarch, Holy Lord, were figures she couldn’t reach in the past.

On that day, one Haojun God fought her miserably, almost causing her not to endure. Yet each one she met today, individually, was no worse than Haojun God at full strength.

Receiving such a grand scale of attention, Su Li felt honored.

"Su Family Remnants have always been treacherous and deep, and their fortune is bizarre; we must not underestimate them. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; before, we underestimated." Said the Divine Monarch, showing regret, secretly astonished at Su Family Remnants and regretting immensely.

In a short time, her growth speed was too fast. Now facing her, he felt vaguely anxious.

He had heard that the cultivation of Su Family Remnants was difficult and strange, but once successful, the progress was rapid, their combat power extraordinary, and it just happened to inhibit their Taoist Skill.

"You all go together." After saying this, Su Li charged forward holding the whip, not giving her opponents any time to react.

The opponents hesitated for a moment, slightly stunned, astonished that she didn’t flee but instead initiated the attack.

After a moment, each Immortal Monarch and Divine Monarch unleashed their Magical Treasures, and amidst the flickering light and shadows, enveloped Su Li completely.

Among this dense bombardment of attacks, not even a breeze could escape.

But soon, a strange sensation swept in, their attacks seemed not to land, rather feeling like plunging the sword hilt into the muddy swamp, sticky and powerless.

The Divine General Immortal Soldiers exchanged glances, slowly lowering their attacks, focused on observing the center.

The light and shadows dispersed, revealing a transparent cocoon enveloping Su Li, she sat cross-legged inside, forming mudras with her hands.

Their previous attacks were all absorbed by the cocoon.

Even the Great Venerable, as stable as Mount Tai, couldn’t help but strike with a Divine Skill, similarly absorbed into the cocoon. The person inside remained unharmed.

The scene was truly peculiar, rendering the situation instantly silent and still.

Suddenly, the Great Venerable’s expression drastically changed, a hint of panic in his voice, loudly exclaiming, "Stop her, it is the Ancient Su Family’s Ancient Divine Skill of Nirvana."

He suddenly recalled, the Ancient Su Family possessed the Phoenix Bloodline, the True Witchcraft.

High above for too long, so long that he had forgotten the ancestors’ deep fear and dread of the Su Clan.

Unfortunately, everyone present used all their magical techniques, yet couldn’t stop the ancient aura slowly leaking from the cocoon.

Su Li, with closed brows, slowly opened her eyes filled with the starlight of the universe.

Wearing stars and moon, the fragmented golden light gathered on her, a crown of stars and robes of moon, the archaic aura gathered into a vivid red mark, carved onto her collarbone, the brow imprint increasingly vibrant and dripping.

In one hand holding the whip, a blood-red flower bud lying across the other.

Suddenly like billions of years ago, that Supreme Venerable whose mention made one tremble, ruling over good and evil in the world, judging heaven and earth’s conscience, adjudicating the cause and effect retribution of heavenly justice.

"Your sins are upon you, the heavens have records." Your retribution is me.

Su Li calmly put on an act, the Divine Whip arrived, divided into two hundred and eight strands, striking each of the two hundred and eight Divine General Immortal Soldiers. Treating no one favorably, fair and just.

Among them, those beset with divine sins, Su Li could see the black lines of karma entangled on him. He was the creator of the fear barrier, capturing innocent souls into the infinite horror world, using it to extract terror for him, deserving punishment.

Another devised system Artifact Spirits to lure Life, intending to seize luck upon himself, deserving punishment.

For one’s selfish desires, building a stage for games, taking one realm’s billions of Life for amusement, deserving punishment.

...

Among the Immortal Monarchs, Divine Monarchs, Holy Lords present, there was not one innocent.

More or less entangled with Evil Karma.

Su Li twisted her wrist, lightly waved, and two hundred and eight Divine Whips landed one by one on each.

With each whip, a wisp of black smoke emerged from their bodies, rising elegantly without dissipating for long, its stench intense.

Ziwei God endured the soul-flaying pain, stunned watching the black mist emerging from his body, confused and at a loss.