Chapter Forty-One: The Mysterious Power of the Saintess of Reincarnation

As the Saintess of Reincarnation from the Yellow Springs Sacred Land, her strength was naturally on par with the other saintesses, all of whom stood at the peak of the Void Refinement Realm. They were the most brilliant elites of their respective sacred lands, figures looked up to by countless cultivators. Their power was unquestionable; like favored daughters of the heavens, they possessed an awe-inspiring strength.

Stepping onto the stage before the Saintess of the Azure Heavens was Zi Luolan, the saintess from the Zichen Sacred Land. She wore a dress of purple clouds, its hem light and ethereal, swaying gently with her footsteps as if a purple cloud were slowly blooming in the air, exuding a vibrant, youthful energy. A faint, delicate fragrance clung to her—fresh yet elegant, reminiscent of violets in full bloom during spring—wafting through the air and refreshing the spirits of those nearby, as if they were wandering through a sea of life-filled flowers.

"Though I, Zi Luolan, may not be among the top three sacred lands, dealing with you is more than enough," Zi Luolan declared with brimming confidence, her tone laced with arrogance and resolve. A glimmer of certainty shone in her eyes, as if she were proclaiming her power and determination to the world, leaving others in awe of her courage.

With that, her aura surged, and brilliant light erupted from her body, making her appear like a dazzling purple sun suspended in the sky. A formidable purple mist billowed from within her, spreading out and carrying a lethal poison. It slithered through the air like countless purple vipers, silent and pervasive. Wherever this mist passed, the air seemed to congeal, and the surrounding temperature plummeted, causing onlookers to shudder with a mix of fear and reverence.

"That is the supreme technique of the Zichen Sacred Land, the Saint Cloud Art. It is rumored that when mastered to a profound and mysterious level, it can cause one to lose themselves within the purple mist, rendering them unable to move. It is a powerful technique for controlling others," whispered a spectator who recognized the legendary skill. Their eyes were filled with shock and envy, as if witnessing a mythical martial art reborn in the mortal realm.

"I have heard that Zi Luolan once caused all the cultivators in an entire city to perish with a mere wave of her hand, including several Venerables, and the victims didn't even see how she struck. We must watch this carefully," another spectator recounted her past feats. Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng, though calm on the surface, felt a flicker of worry in his heart.

He frowned slightly, a flash of concern crossing his eyes as he thought to himself, "Why am I so worried about this girl?" He studied Zi Luolan on the platform, searching for a flaw, yet he had to admit her strength was not to be underestimated.

However, in the next second, Jiang Cheng's concern vanished like mist in the wind. The strength of the Reincarnation Saintess far exceeded his imagination. She was like a brilliant star shining in the night sky, her radiance so blinding that it eclipsed Zi Luolan’s purple mist, rendering it unable to shroud her brilliance.

The Reincarnation Saintess let out a cold hum, much like a goddess from the nine heavens looking down upon the mortal world with disdain. With a single palm strike—an action that appeared soft and carried an otherworldly ease, as if she were merely brushing away a speck of dust—the purple mist and the Zichen Saintess herself were instantly dissipated from the arena, as if her very existence had been erased into nothingness by that light touch.

Outside the arena, the Zichen Saintess suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. She was wounded. This scene shocked everyone, for even death within the arena usually resulted in only minor soul injuries; how could she have sustained such severe internal damage?

While Jiang Cheng marveled, he was also skeptical of the Reincarnation Saintess's bizarre technique. He frowned, a flash of confusion in his eyes, thinking, "What was that? It was no more than a child’s push, devoid of any force—how could this happen?"

Other saintesses voiced their doubts. One stood up indignantly and said, "Hmph, the Zichen Saintess must have been injured beforehand, or suffered a backlash from her own technique, or perhaps she simply wasn't accustomed to this arena. You... you could not have beaten her." Her voice was filled with resentment, as if she were seeking justice for the Zichen Saintess while refusing to acknowledge the strength of the Reincarnation Saintess.

The soul of the Reincarnation Saintess had already returned to her body. Seeing the chorus of skepticism from the crowd and even the questioning look on Jiang Cheng’s face, she smiled—a mysterious and composed expression, as if she had anticipated their reactions all along. She parted her lips, her voice like celestial music—clear, melodious, and yet carrying an unquestionable authority: "Does Your Majesty know of the Laws of Reincarnation?"

Jiang Cheng replied unhurriedly, "I have heard of the Laws of Reincarnation, of course. Was that what you used just now?" His voice held curiosity and a desire to probe, as if attempting to lift the veil of mystery surrounding her.

Although Jiang Cheng had heard of these laws, even for those at the Void Refinement level, controlling a trace of such power was usually negligible. It might suppress low-level cultivators, but among peers, it was often as useless as a chicken rib. Yet, the recent duel was clearly not the case.

The Reincarnation Saintess’s palm strike had been like a being from a higher plane crushing a low-level cultivator. A gentle tap had nearly shattered the Zichen Saintess’s soul; such means were far beyond anything Jiang Cheng had ever witnessed. As a reincarnator who had read extensively, how could he not understand that the Reincarnation Saintess’s strength was not as simple as it appeared? Even his system could not detect her information beyond her current life, which surely had a reason.

This Reincarnation Saintess possessed a mysterious, unknown power and identity. Her strength far surpassed everyone’s imagination, as if she were an peerless expert from another world, effortlessly holding everyone in the palm of her hand.

Seeing Jiang Cheng’s perplexed expression, the Reincarnation Saintess curled her lips into a playful smile, as if enjoying a fine drama. She turned gracefully, her gaze sweeping like lightning toward the severely wounded saintess below the dais. Her tone turned stern and cold, like the biting, merciless wind of midwinter:

"In a duel, you intended to use a soul-shattering weapon to kill me. This outcome is merely the result of my restraint. One who sows their own seeds of destruction shall surely reap the consequences." Her words were laced with faint mockery and disdain, as if declaring that her opponent’s defeat was a self-inflicted tragedy rather than a result of her own power.