Chapter 677 A great shame and humiliation
There was also a young man in a black robe standing quietly by the side. His figure was exceptionally tall and straight, like a towering mountain, standing tall and unshakable.
He is the young master of the Shadow Clan of the fifth level of the God Realm - Ying Yunzhai.
Ying Yunzhai's eyes were greedy. He licked his lips gently and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Yes, once this formation is broken, we can drive straight in and successfully enter this Cangming Realm."
"By then, whether it is the core of the Cangming Realm or the forces of good and evil that contain endless power, they will all fall into our hands and become our possession!"
As Ying Yunzhai spoke, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining an almost crazy smile.
That smile revealed an irrepressible excitement and desire, as if he had already seen the glorious scene after he successfully seized the heart of the world and the forces of good and evil.
He was like a hungry wolf that was eager to pounce on its prey.
At this moment, a woman with a graceful figure and stunning appearance walked out from the crowd.
This woman is none other than Ling Ji, the goddess of Lingxiao Palace in the fifth level of the divine realm.
She was wearing a fiery red dress, as dazzling as a burning flame. Above the sky, the bright red color was particularly dazzling.
Ling Ji's eyebrows were raised, her beautiful eyes were wide open like copper bells, her silver teeth were clenched, and she squeezed out words from between her teeth, and every word was filled with deep resentment.
"Humph, I didn't expect that tens of thousands of years ago, this damned princess would be so cunning and insidious. She sealed the heart of the world and the forces of good and evil in a place where we knew nothing about it, causing us to search for so long tens of thousands of years ago but still couldn't find it."
Ling Ji's heart was filled with resentment. Thinking back to the failure of that year, the anger in her heart was like a blazing flame that could not be extinguished.
"Damn it! A mere humble princess from the Immortal Realm was able to force us, the forces of the God Realm, into such a desperate situation, and beat us so hard that we have no power to fight back!"
"Back then, I was forced to flee back to the God Realm in such a miserable state. How could I ever forget this great humiliation?"
The more Ling Ji spoke, the angrier she became. Her voice was like the cry of a night owl, sharp and piercing, full of anger, and echoed in the sky for a long time.
Her body was trembling slightly because of extreme anger, her face turned red, and her eyes seemed to be able to spit fire.
And in her heart that was filled with hatred, it was filled with resentment and unwillingness towards the emperor's daughter.
Recalling the past, Ling Ji's expression became more ferocious and distorted, and she couldn't help but curse again with gritted teeth:
"Thinking back to the past, she relied on those strange and unpredictable methods and that red sword that was so powerful that it was beyond imagination to show off her might in front of us. She was invincible and made us suffer setbacks time and time again."
"Although we tried our best, we still couldn't resist her fierce attack. In battle after battle, we were repeatedly frustrated, suffered heavy casualties and lost many soldiers and generals."
"She hid in our carefully arranged encirclement and maneuvered skillfully. Whenever we relaxed a little, she would suddenly rush out and deal us a fatal blow. She destroyed the reputation of our Lingxiao Palace."
When Ling Ji said this, her chest began to rise and fall violently, like the surging waves in a strong wind.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, and her hatred seemed to burn the formation barrier in front of her to ashes.
At this moment, her thoughts had already traveled through time and space and drifted back to the fierce battle in the past.
Tens of thousands of years ago, Ling Ji was young and full of vigor and vitality.
She fully believed that with her profound cultivation and the assistance of many masters in Lingxiao Palace, she would be able to easily capture the princess.
But who could have expected that this princess from the fairy world would be such a tough opponent.
In the fierce battle, the princess showed unimaginable strong will and amazing fighting power. She resisted the fierce attacks of Ling Ji and others time and time again, and seized the opportunity to counterattack.
She watched her fellow disciples fall in a pool of blood one by one, her heart filled with grief and resentment.
In the end, this encirclement and suppression battle that was originally sure to win ended in a tragic defeat for the Lingxiao Palace.
Not only did Ling Ji fail to complete the task, but she also ended up in a disgraceful situation.
Her pride was ruthlessly trampled on by the imperial daughter, and even her long-accumulated reputation collapsed, becoming a laughing stock among the people.
All of this made Lingji's hatred for the emperor's daughter like a poisonous tree rooted deep in her heart, constantly spreading and growing until it penetrated deep into her bones.
This hatred has gone beyond a simple battle of victory or defeat and has become a knot in her heart that she will never be able to let go of in her entire life.
Those scenes that once brought her endless humiliation are still vivid in her mind today and can never be erased from her mind.
Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she would relive the scene of that day in her dreams, then suddenly wake up covered in cold sweat.
After each of these midnight dreams, the resentment in her heart grew stronger.
She really wanted to tear that hateful princess into pieces immediately. Only in this way could she slightly relieve the immense hatred that had been pent up in her heart for so long!
She clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms, and secretly swore in her heart that she would make the princess pay the price.
Xuan Boqing, who had been quietly listening to Ling Ji's story about her past experiences, nodded slightly to show his agreement.
His eyes also revealed reluctance and anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Ling Ji is right. If it weren't for the fact that the princess held an unparalleled red sword in her hands, how could we have ended up like this?"
Xuan Boqing spoke with hatred, and the image of the woman wearing a red spider lily mask and a bright red dress emerged in his mind involuntarily - the princess of the fairy world.
Recalling the scene of that day, the imperial daughter was holding the divine sword that shook the world, and her power was beyond imagination.
Every time she swung the sword, it would stir up a surging and sharp sword energy that covered the sky and the earth.
These sword energies swept in like a violent storm. Wherever they passed, even the space was torn apart, leaving shocking cracks.
Faced with this terrifying power that could destroy the world, the many masters of their Tianxuan Palace were completely unable to fight back.
In just a moment, countless brave and skilled disciples were reduced to ashes in the rain of swords, without even a chance to resist or struggle.
At that time, he could only watch helplessly as his disciples died tragically one after another at the hands of the enemy's sword, while he was powerless to do anything.
This deep feeling of powerlessness was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping his heart and making him feel like dying.
Even to this day, this painful memory still haunts his mind and cannot be shaken off.
"Hmph, Princess of the Immortal Realm, don't let me see you again, or it will be your death."
Xuan Boqing snorted coldly, his face full of gloom, and his hands trembled slightly unconsciously.