What was truly terrifying about a Void God was not their pressure or aura, but the full-force strike they could unleash when gathering all their power.
That one strike could not destroy heaven and earth, but it could instantly turn a hundred miles in every direction into ruins.
Within those hundred miles, aside from the Void God himself, absolutely no one would survive.
This was why battles between Void Gods took place within their domains—Void Gods also feared killing too many beings and incurring unwanted karma.
Qin Haoyan glanced sideways at Feng Qingran in the distance, his aged eyes venomous.
The soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator still had some resilience. One strike could only take her life; to make her soul scatter entirely, another strike would be needed.
Ever since the Taiji diagram unfolded, the ice needles seemed to have been disrupted, all of them stabbing toward the Taiji diagram.
Tens of thousands of needles sank into the Taiji diagram and vanished without a trace.
The Thousand-Mile Tracking Needle flashed with a red light, closed up, and turned back into a palm-sized little umbrella, flying toward Feng Qingran.
Feng Qingran raised her hand and caught the Thousand-Mile Tracking Needle. For the time being, it could not be used again.
“Feng Ci, how about you come out and help?” Feng Qingran transmitted her voice to Feng Ci.
When Feng Ci and Yuan Bao heard Feng Qingran’s voice, they nearly burst into tears.
“Wuwuwu… Master, you scared me to death!” Yuan Bao blinked its big blue eyes, crying.
“Woman, what happened to you just now? Why did you ignore me?” Feng Ci was both angry and anxious.
Having a master this weak meant living in constant anxiety every single day.
“I don’t know either. The moment the black mist entered my body, I lost consciousness, and then suddenly regained it…” Feng Qingran recalled what had happened earlier.
It was as if she had been locked in a little dark room, only able to see and hear what she was doing, but unable to interfere with her own actions.
Fortunately, this state lasted only a moment.
Her consciousness immediately returned to normal.
“What!? Could it be the Void—” Feng Ci paused mid-sentence. Ever since it formed a contract with Feng Qingran, it had discovered that within Feng Qingran’s body existed a trace of the Power of Nothingness.
That was a power that could only be cultivated when one’s realm reached the stage of Shattering the Void.
The Power of Nothingness could break free from the shackles of any physical thing.
It was completely transcendent of the Five Elements, unrestrained by the boundaries of any realm.
It could be said that before the Power of Nothingness, any Dao was nothing but an empty shell.
The Power of Nothingness stood above all other powers.
Though Feng Qingran’s body contained only a single trace of the Power of Nothingness, as long as she could fully control it, even a Heavenly Emperor would be someone she could go toe-to-toe with.
However, the Power of Nothingness was the hardest power to control.
With Feng Qingran’s current strength, she was not even qualified to know of its existence.
At the very least, Feng Qingran would need to cultivate to the level of a Dao Immortal before she could even sense the presence of the Power of Nothingness.
After a cultivator transcended tribulation and ascended, they entered the Upper Realm, commonly known as the Immortal Realm.
The cultivation levels of the Immortal Realm were divided into: Earth Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, Superior Immortal, Immortal Lord, Immortal Emperor, Immortal Venerable, and Dao Immortal.
Each level had ten complete stages before one could advance to the next.
In the Immortal Realm, hierarchy was truly strict—the strong were revered, and the weak were mere ants.
No low-ranked immortal could offend a higher-ranked immortal. Once they did, at best they would be banished to the Cold Abyss Valley to die, and at worst they would be thrown directly onto the Immortal Slaughter Platform, their soul scattered forever.
Back then, it was precisely because it could not endure the cruel and heartless rules of the Upper Realm that it chose to enter a small world to play.
As a result—
It tragically fell into Qi’s hands, had half its shell stripped away, and lost half its divine power.
It could only stay in the Ten Directions Domain, not knowing how much time had passed, until it finally met Baili Wenyue and formed a contract with Feng Qingran.
Entering the Void Space, it gained the chance to rest and recover.
The Void Space actually also contained the Power of Nothingness, but the Origin Power had not yet been fully gathered, so this place could not yet become a small world of its own.
The Power of Nothingness was entirely sealed in an unknown region.
The road ahead for Feng Qingran was still very long. Just finding the Origin Power alone was enough to make her search through all three thousand small worlds.
The Origin Power was born at the beginning of heaven and earth, and afterward scattered across various small worlds.
No one knew where they were, nor what the Origin looked like. Only when encountering it could one sense it by its aura.
Feng Ci’s thoughts took only an instant, but its sudden pause still aroused Feng Qingran’s suspicion.
“Feng Ci, do you know what that mysterious power inside me is?” Feng Qingran asked.
Feng Ci felt slightly guilty. “Huh? What thing? Oh? You fell unconscious—it might have been related to that Void God’s black mist, and the powerful divine sense within you protected you.”
“What kind of nonsense is that? Feng Ci, you should just go wash up and sleep!” A faint light flickered in Feng Qingran’s apricot eyes. Feng Ci was deliberately hiding something.
But having spent so long with Feng Ci, Feng Qingran knew very well that Feng Ci would never harm her.
Since Feng Ci did not want to tell her, there must be a reason.
“Woman, how do you plan to deal with that guy?” Feng Ci asked curiously.
Feng Qingran’s beautiful eyes sparkled with brilliance. “Naturally, I’ll use my most powerful weapon against him. I’ve been keeping soldiers for a thousand days to use them for a single moment!”
Feng Ci grew even more curious. “What are you going to use against him? As far as I know, you don’t have any artifact in your hands that could deal with a Void God.”
Just then—
Qin Haoyan’s deeply sunken eyes were sharp and cold, fixed deadly on Feng Qingran, as if he wanted to pierce right through her.
Feng Qingran faced Qin Haoyan’s gaze calmly, arms crossed, standing leisurely atop the Qingluan Sword.
Qin Haoyan’s wrinkled face was entirely gloomy, his hand like a withered branch clutching a ball of spiritual energy.
Within the ball of spiritual energy was endless killing intent, terrifying beyond measure.
Qin Haoyan raised his other hand, and the runes on the Taiji formation beneath his feet flowed, black and white interweaving, soft yet teeming with deadly traps.
Suddenly, orbs of light alternating black and white rose from the Taiji diagram. The orbs carried tremendous force as they hurtled toward Feng Qingran.
Feng Qingran’s expression shifted in alarm, and she rode her sword to dodge the attacks.
But a Void God’s attack—even if it did not strike her directly, even just grazing past her—was equally terrifying.
Feng Qingran could feel her dodging movements growing slower and slower, her spiritual power running dangerously low.
