My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Faced with this sword, the Eight-Armed Great Buddha had nowhere to evade and had to endure the blow head-on. He was injured. This was the first time he had been wounded since the destruction of the Snow Clan a thousand years ago.

"Within the Six Realms, aside from that freak Arthur, there's actually someone who can hurt me," he remarked. "This feeling is truly a long-lost experience!"

The Eight-Armed Great Buddha laughed heartily towards the sky, his expression benevolent like a Bodhisattva, but his demeanor suddenly shifted, transforming into an angry and fierce deity.

"I am the Light Buddha, illuminating all beings! You dare to slay a Buddha? You must be punished!"

In an instant, the severed arm of the Eight-Armed Great Buddha erupted with terrifying light, forming a massive swastika that descended upon Feng Ruoxue with unmatched force.

Feng Ruoxue's face changed dramatically. She hadn't anticipated that after taking her strongest strike, the opponent could retaliate so swiftly. In that moment, she finally understood the gap between herself and the pinnacle of the Main God Realm.

In the face of such an attack, she could not withstand it directly. But now, aside from enduring, there was no other choice. Just as she hesitated about whether to employ a secret technique that would harm her origin, Mu Yuyan arrived by her side.

"This time, let me protect you."

A cool hand gently grasped hers. Mu Yuyan unleashed the endless icy true qi within her body, instantly encasing both herself and Feng Ruoxue in a thick layer of ice. They melded into the ice, just in time to block the terrifying swastika attack.

Moreover, the cold air within Mu Yuyan began to form a cold tide that gradually wore down the swastika's assault.

"I didn't expect this girl to grasp the Ice Heart Technique upon entering the Main God Realm," the Eight-Armed Great Buddha mused. "No wonder she could inherit the Snow Clan's legacy; her talent is extraordinary!"

The Eight-Armed Great Buddha sighed, halting his attacks. Back in the day, the Snow Clan Divine King in the state of the Ice Heart Technique had endured the combined attacks of all seven Great Houses of the Immortal Realm for seven days and nights without sustaining a single injury. Although this girl's cultivation was not on par with the former Snow Clan Divine King, it would still take considerable effort to break through her defenses.

At this moment, the elder of the Bright Clan was naturally not concerned with this. He retracted the Eight-Armed Great Buddha stance, and the severed Buddha hand transformed into a gruesome wound, with golden blood flowing and gradually healing.

With the Cloud Clan Goddess and the remnants of the Snow Clan hiding away, he could fully unleash his attack on the Cloud Clan.

The angelic army once again combined their strength to unleash the Great Bright Dharma Form, which slammed down with great force, directly flattening a portion of the Cloud Clan's protective mountain formation.

Pffft!

A Cloud Clan disciple suffered backlash, spewing out blood. "We're about to collapse! Is the Cloud Clan going to perish?"

The disciple's face turned as pale as paper; having just coughed blood, he still struggled to hold on. But beneath his weary body lay an uncontainable despair. The Bright Clan's power was too overwhelming.

With only one elder and an army of a hundred thousand angels, the Bright Clan had put the entire Cloud Clan under immense pressure.

In that moment, the disciple recalled the hidden temple elder who had sought assistance at the Cloud Clan's gate. "If only our sect had agreed to that elder's request back then, perhaps everything would be different..."

"Unfortunately, there are no 'ifs' in this world."

The various races and factions of the Immortal Realm had been in direct conflict for too many years; no faction could fully trust the others. Cooperation was nearly impossible.

Boom!

The Great Bright Dharma Form crashed again onto the Cloud Clan's protective mountain formation, and this time, even more disciples were forced to spit blood.

At that moment, deep within the Cloud Clan's forbidden area, the clan leader resolutely stepped into a formation. In the next moment, his flesh began to dissolve, and his soul was being absorbed by the formation.

Yet, there was no pain in his eyes, only regret and reluctance. "The path I chose over the years was ultimately the wrong one!"

His voice faded, and his form grew more and more illusory, while the formation became increasingly radiant.

In an instant, the forbidden area of the Cloud Clan was filled with howling winds.

Wind elemental energy continuously gathered, forming a tornado of spiritual energy that was almost tangible. At the center of the tornado, a grayish palm fan began to glow with life.

As the Cloud Clan leader's soul was about to completely dissipate, the gray fan transformed from dull to a vibrant green.

When the palm fan regained its green form, it seemed to come alive.

In an instant, the palm fan flew out of the Cloud Clan's forbidden area, bursting through the protective mountain formation.

It arrived at the forefront of the angelic army.

"This is... the Supreme Treasure of Merits from the Shentian World!"

"Damn it! That old man from the Cloud Clan actually sacrificed his soul to activate this item!"

The elder of the Bright Clan's expression changed drastically. Without a moment's hesitation, the moment the palm fan waved, he turned and fled.

The angelic army had no choice but to brace themselves against the Great Bright Dharma Form.

With a gentle flap of the palm fan, the heavens and earth shifted colors, and countless gale winds appeared throughout the realm.

These winds were the most terrifying of the Six Realms; even a single strand could injure the Divine Realm, while the winds beneath the palm fan extended hundreds of miles, completely enveloping the entire angelic army.

Under the fierce winds, the Great Bright Dharma Form dissipated, and angelic wings turned to ashes, while numerous angels were stripped of flesh and turned to bones.

As the winds subsided, the fierce battlefield transformed into a dead zone.

"The angelic army... is gone?"

A Cloud Clan disciple, who had just been fighting desperately, muttered in disbelief.

"They're gone!"

"We won! We defeated the Bright Clan!"

Someone realized and erupted in an astonishing cheer.

Some raised their arms in jubilation, while others, overwhelmed with joy, covered their faces and cried.

In this moment, the Cloud Clan felt ecstatic due to their hard-won victory.

Ding!

Amidst the azure sky and clear sea, accompanied by a gentle breeze, a bell tolled.

"This sound... is the Clear Wind Bell!"

Some heard the bell sound, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Then they heard, "The Clear Wind Bell tolls; the clan leader has passed!"

The bell continued to ring.

It was the clear wind bidding farewell.

The Cloud Clan disciples, who had just been immersed in joy, fell silent one by one, their expressions dimmed.

Outside the Cloud Clan's protective mountain formation, Mu Yuyan released the Ice Heart Technique.

Feng Ruoxue regained her senses and, upon hearing the tolling of the Clear Wind Bell, felt her usually steadfast heart welling with tears.

However, she did not dwell in sadness.

"This battle is not yet over!"

Feng Ruoxue raised her sword, Hurt of Wind, and fiercely slashed down at the earth.

This strike split the ground open and revealed a disheveled figure.

"I, the Buddha, am compassionate!"

"The Cloud Clan has killed a hundred thousand angels of the Bright Clan; they must repay it with the lives of all their disciples!"

The elder of the Bright Clan appeared, transforming directly into the form of the Eight-Armed Great Buddha.

He did not attack Feng Ruoxue but extended all eight arms, transforming into a myriad of Buddha hands that attacked the Cloud Clan disciples, who were no longer protected by the mountain formation.

Seeing this, Feng Ruoxue directed her sword at the elder of the Bright Clan.

In an attempt to save her allies, she aimed to make him retract his attack.

Yet, the elder of the Bright Clan had already reached the pinnacle of the Main God Realm. Even if he had just been injured by the palm fan, he could still withstand Feng Ruoxue's strike without dodging.