The shadow didn’t speak.
Its mere presence was a mockery of their efforts—a reminder that, for all their strength as True Gods, they were still mortal in the face of true primordial power.
Yun Qianxue’s expression remained icy, but her mind raced.
This thing... it’s not here to fight.
It’s here to consume.
Yun Qianxue met it head-on, her chaos energy clashing against the shadow in a cataclysmic explosion.
The shockwave shattered nearby asteroids, sending debris hurtling through the void.
Yun Ruanyu’s music shifted—no longer attacking, but disrupting, trying to destabilize the shadow’s cohesion.
Yun Lingwei abandoned formations and switched to spatial manipulation, attempting to banish the shadow into a pocket dimension.
Yun Qingrou poured every ounce of her healing energy into reinforcing Yun Qianxue’s body, ensuring she could withstand the shadow’s corrosive touch.
But it wasn’t enough.
Where chaos energy struck, it learned to resist.
Where music disrupted, it silenced the vibrations.
Where space bent, it unmade the folds.
It grabbed Yun Qianxue’s wrist.
The moment the shadow made contact, Yun Qianxue felt it—
A cold, insidious force seeping into her veins, crawling toward her core.
Her chaos energy sputtered, its brilliance dimming as the shadow’s power sought to erase her from within.
Her ice-blue eyes widened slightly.
For the first time in centuries—
Yun Qianxue’s body erupted in layers of crystalline frost as her Chaos Goddess Sutra reached its zenith.
The temperature around her plummeted to absolute zero, freezing even the fabric of space itself.
Her ice-blue eyes burned with a glacial fury as she wrenched her wrist free from the shadow’s grasp—leaving behind a frozen chunk of darkness that shattered like brittle glass.
A blade of pure chaos energy materialized in her hand, its edge shimmering with the power to sever fate itself. Without hesitation, she swung—
The sword cleaved through the shadow, splitting it in two. But before the halves could dissipate, they writhed and reformed, darker than before.
"Ruanyu!" Yun Qianxue’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp as her blade. "Contact Xinyao and the others—now!"
Yun Ruanyu’s fingers never stopped dancing across her guqin, but her eyes flashed with understanding. She didn’t need explanations. The shadow wasn’t just attacking randomly—it had come for them. For all of Yun Lintian’s women.
A single pluck of her guqin sent a ripple of sound through the cosmos, carrying her message across dimensions.
"Be careful! Someone comes for all of you."
Far across the space, seven figures received the summons.
Lin Xinyao, draped in moonlit purple robes, snapped her gaze toward the disturbance. The lunar energy around her flared as she stepped through space itself, her long black hair streaming behind her like a banner of night.
Han Bingling and Mu Qiuxue, twin pillars of ice, abandoned their meditation simultaneously. Frost spread beneath their feet as they teleported without a word.
Shen Liqiu, mid-laugh while teasing a junior disciple, froze. Her emerald robes billowed as she vanished in a whirlwind of leaves.
Yang Ningchang and Lynn exchanged a single glance before activating their spatial artifacts.
Ye Ling, tending to her herb garden, dusted off her hands and frowned slightly. Without hesitation, her figure vanished from the place.
And Hei Yue, the daughter of darkness, emerged from the void itself, her presence alone enough to make the stars dim.
They converged toward the battlefield—each a True God in her own right, each a force to be reckoned with.
But would it be enough?
Back at the battle, Yun Qianxue fought with everything she had.
Her Misty Cloud Divine Sword danced through the void, each slash carving wounds in reality itself. The shadow retaliated with tendrils of pure uncreation, each strike aiming to erase her existence at a fundamental level.
The clash of their powers bent the laws of the universe. Space fractured. Time stuttered. Causality unraveled.
Yun Qianxue ascended.
The Chaos Goddess Sutra reached its final stage, its power no longer merely borrowed—but claimed. Her frost-covered body glowed with primordial light as she temporarily transcended the realm of True Gods.
For this brief moment, she stood at the threshold of the Primordial God realm.
The shadow hesitated—for the first time, uncertain.
Yun Qianxue didn’t give it time to react.
"Frozen Chaos—Absolute End."
Her sword plunged into the shadow’s core—
A blinding explosion of frost and chaos erupted, swallowing everything in its path. The temperature plummeted to absolute zero, freezing even the fabric of space. The shadow writhed, its form cracking like black ice before—
—it shattered into countless fragments.
But Yun Qianxue did not relax. Her ice-blue eyes remained sharp, scanning the battlefield. She knew better than to assume such an enemy would be defeated so easily.
Sure enough, the darkness stirred again.
The shattered fragments quivered, then began to reform, coalescing into an even denser mass of shadow. A deep, mocking laughter echoed through the void, though no mouth formed to speak it.
"Keke... Did you truly think it would be that easy?"
Yun Qianxue’s grip tightened on her Misty Cloud Divine Sword. Her Chaos Goddess Sutra still burned at its peak, her temporary ascension to the Primordial God realm granting her power beyond mortal comprehension. But even this had its limits.
A voice, clear as moonlight, cut through the tension.
Space rippled, and Lin Xinyao stepped forth, her purple robes fluttering like the night sky itself. Behind her, six more figures emerged—Han Bingling, Mu Qiuxue, Shen Liqiu, Yang Ningchang, Lynn, Ye Ling, and finally, Hei Yue.
The eight women stood united, their combined auras enough to make the universe tremble.
The shadow recoiled slightly, its form flickering.
"Good. The prey has gathered. This saves my time."
Yun Qianxue did not waste words. She raised her sword, frost spreading along its blade.
The shadow lashed out first, tendrils of darkness surging toward them like a tidal wave of annihilation.
Lin Xinyao reacted instantly.
"Moonlight Domain—Absolute Seal!"
A silver barrier erupted around them, the power of the moon solidifying into an impenetrable shield. The darkness crashed against it, but the barrier held firm.
Han Bingling and Mu Qiuxue moved in unison.
Twin glaciers erupted from their palms, encasing the shadow in layers of divine ice. The frost wasn’t merely physical—it sealed even the concept of movement, freezing the shadow’s very existence.
But the shadow was no ordinary foe.
With a violent shudder, it shattered the ice, its form writhing as it adapted.
"Your laws... mean nothing to me."