My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

In the Immortal Realm's Eight Heavens, the Shentian World, the Cloud Clan's territory, known as the Clear Blue Sky, is currently engulfed in turmoil. The army of angels led by the Bright Clan has breached the gates of the Clear Blue Sky, staining this picturesque landscape with blood.

The gates have collapsed, and the gentle breeze is replaced by the scent of blood, as the bodies of fallen Cloud Clan disciples litter the ground, tainting the once-pure air.

"God loves the world, shining on all things!"

Under the command of a mid-level elder from the Bright Clan in the Main God Realm, the angelic army has summoned a grand manifestation of light. Although it does not match the might of Divine Son Arthur's direct power, its force should not be underestimated.

With each ray of divine light that descends, the Cloud Clan's protective mountain formation trembles, causing the disciples who maintain the formation to grow paler. Originally, the protective formation only required the natural spiritual energy from the land to operate, and in battle, it consumed only spirit stones and divine stones. However, after enduring continuous bombardments from the Bright Clan, the Cloud Clan's reserves have dwindled by nearly half.

The remaining resources must be saved to counter the Bright Clan's impending moves, prompting the Cloud Clan disciples to step forward to defend.

Above the Clear Blue Sky, Feng Ruoxue stands atop the mountain peak, her sword in hand, her fighting spirit unabashedly rising, ready to charge into battle. Beside her is Mu Yuyan, gripping her Frosty Snow Condensation Sword.

This scene echoes memories from a millennium ago, when the Snow Clan still thrived, and the two clans enjoyed harmonious relations…

Regrettably!

The Cloud Clan leader watches all of this unfold, letting out a deep sigh.

Years ago, the Cloud Clan was threatened by the Bright Clan and had no choice but to besiege the Snow Clan. The downfall of the Snow Clan is a burden he cannot escape, and as the clan leader, he bears even greater responsibility.

He has always felt guilty towards the deceased Snow Clan Divine King and Feng Ruoxue. Thus, he has never intervened in her actions over the years. However, today he does not wish to repeat the past.

"Ruo'er!"

"Here is a major teleportation token; take it, and you can save three thousand Cloud Clan disciples… Today's calamity befalls the Cloud Clan due to my failures; protecting the mountain gates is my duty."

"The calamity facing the Cloud Clan today should not fall on you; you have finally found a true friend and should not lose your life here."

The Cloud Clan leader gazes at Feng Ruoxue, a rare warmth in his eyes. He presents her with the major teleportation token before turning away, softly murmuring to himself, "Ruo'er, I'm sorry!"

The leader transforms into a wisp of wind, entering the forbidden grounds of the Cloud Clan alone. Feng Ruoxue watches his figure vanish, squeezing the teleportation token tightly in her hand, her expression complicated.

"Over ten thousand years, and nothing has changed. You only think of yourself and never consider my thoughts and actions!"

"Compared to Uncle Snow, you truly… fall short!"

She clutches the teleportation token firmly. Despite the chill from the Cloud Clan's past, she is ultimately the Cloud Clan Goddess, and everything about her comes from here.

As the calamity descends upon the Cloud Clan, how could she flee in the face of danger?

"Yuyan, keep this for me."

"If the Cloud Clan truly faces extinction…"

Feng Ruoxue entrusts the teleportation token to Mu Yuyan. She does not finish her sentence, but Mu Yuyan understands the implications.

With the Snow Clan's destruction resting on the Bright Clan's shoulders, Mu Yuyan, as the emperor of the mortal realm, understands the intricacies of grievances and justice even better than Feng Ruoxue.

For her, whether the Cloud Clan perishes or survives is inconsequential. She has come here solely for Feng Ruoxue.

"Ruoxue!"

"Today, I will fight by your side!"

Mu Yuyan accepts the teleportation token, and the Icy Phoenix Hairpin shines brightly, transforming into a flowing azure garment that envelops her.

"Good!"

Feng Ruoxue stands tall with her sword, her gaze gentle as she looks at Mu Yuyan. She takes out her wine flask, transforming the breeze into a wine cup, pouring the exquisite wine into it.

The fragrant breeze carries the wine to Mu Yuyan.

"Yuyan!"

"Let's share a drink!"

Feng Ruoxue raises her cup, exuding heroic grace.

Mu Yuyan also raises her cup and drinks it down.

After they finish their drinks, one becomes a wisp of wind, and the other transforms into ice and snow, swiftly breaking through the Cloud Clan's protective formation.

In the wake of their charge, one side stirs up a fierce storm that sweeps across the land, while the other turns the realm into a realm of ice and snow, intensely cold.

Though Feng Ruoxue has only recently advanced to the Main God Realm, her millennia of cultivation makes her strength nearly on par with those in the mid-level of the Main God Realm.

Mu Yuyan has also just broken through to the Main God Realm, but as the sole inheritor of the Snow Clan's legacy, her power is not to be underestimated either.

As the two charge into the fray, they immediately force the angelic army to divert half their strength.

"Cloud Clan Goddess! You actually dare to emerge from the mountain gates and charge into battle; the Six Realms have underestimated your bravery!"

"Truly worthy of being the heavenly prodigy who once stood against the seven great houses of the Immortal Realm with a single sword!"

At this moment, an elder from the Bright Clan appears before them, his body glowing, transforming into numerous golden formations that block all their attacks.

His cultivation has reached the pinnacle of the Main God Realm. Even though part of his mind is still directing the angelic army, he can easily deflect the combined attacks of Feng Ruoxue and Mu Yuyan.

Gazing at Feng Ruoxue for a moment, his eyes fall on Mu Yuyan.

"The aura of the Snow Clan!"

"Well, well, well! I didn't expect that after ten thousand years, there would still be a legacy of the Snow Clan in the world; how delightful!"

"I lost to the Snow Clan Divine King once, and today, I will reclaim that loss from you!"

The Bright Clan elder bursts into laughter, his form suddenly expanding, transforming into a radiant Eight-Armed Great Buddha.

"I, the Buddha, am compassionate. Dear patrons, I am here to send you on your way!"

With his words echoing, he immediately strikes out with one arm, unleashing countless glowing Buddha hands that descend upon Mu Yuyan with tremendous force.

Combining the Bright Clan's techniques with the Buddhist arts, his power at the pinnacle of the Main God Realm is indeed formidable.

Faced with such a powerful attack, Mu Yuyan does not dare to take it head-on.

The Frost Cloud Condensation Sword spins in her hand, blossoming like a flower, producing a flurry of pure white snowflakes, which then converge into an ice phoenix.

The ice phoenix lets out a piercing cry as it collides with the myriad of Buddha hands.

Boom!

In the clash of the Buddha hands, the ice phoenix explodes, scattering countless snowflakes.

Seizing this opportunity, Mu Yuyan employs her movement technique to evade.

"Unleash the domain of wind!"

Simultaneously, Feng Ruoxue's attack reaches the Eight-Armed Great Buddha.

The power of the Imperial Realm can be utilized in the Divine Realm, and its might is even greater.

Feng Ruoxue's sword, the Cloud Clan's treasured Hurt of Wind, is named after this renowned divine ability.

"Grief—Ten Thousand Years!"

With a single strike, the winds rise and the heavens lament!

This sword encompasses all the Sword Intent, divine abilities, and Rule Power that Feng Ruoxue has comprehended.

"What a beautiful move!"

The Eight-Armed Great Buddha loses an arm, golden blood spilling from the wound, yet he continues to smile.