Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 1542. Who is it!? Who Has Slighted My Love!?

Within one of the most formidable worlds in the Heavenly Layer, a colossal castle shaped like a dragon, constructed from pure crystal, was coiled around a mountain. The crystallized wings of this dragon bore engravings of the Sun and Moon, and the light that cascaded upon it created an illusion of myriad stars glittering within its scales.

At the epicenter of this domain, a chamber was furnished with a sumptuous, large bed and other opulent yet understated embellishments. This room also housed a lifelike statue of a dragon woman, radiating an aura of pure allure and seduction.

A petite woman, whose blonde hair cascaded down to her ankles, nearly sweeping the floor, entered the chamber with an expression of utter indifference. Trailing behind her were a red-scaled lamia clad in a maid's uniform and a floating woman with red hair and green eyes, moving with ethereal lightness.

The short, blonde woman was garbed in a red and white dress that accentuated her captivating charms, yet her soft, blue eyes held a glint of a hidden dagger.

Stepping out onto the balcony, she gazed downwards, observing a gathering of individuals at the very base of the crystal palace. "Who might they be?"

Selena, the curvaceous lamia with crimson scales, responded with deference. "Madam, they are members of the Gao Clan. They have come to demand an explanation, as you slew their Young Master a few days ago."

Angel paused, inquiring, "Which of the four recently deceased Young Masters do they represent?"

Selena replied, "The one from Far Corner City."

"Far Corner City..." Angel mused for a moment, then recognition dawned. "Was he the individual attempting to flirt with me at that Formation Shop?"

"Indeed, Madam. That is precisely him."

"Ah," Angel vocalized, her tone still indifferent. She then stepped onto the balcony railing and descended gracefully, landing directly before the Gao Clan contingent. Upon her arrival, many involuntarily recoiled a step.

The patriarch of the Gao Family, however, maintained his stance. "Scarlet Crystal Witch, you took my son's life. I demand an explanation before you make an enemy of our [Holy Riverside City]."

Angel offered no verbal reply but gently tapped her foot, instantly conjuring a formation that vividly recreated the events of that day.

Once the spectral replay concluded, Angel inquired, "Is that sufficient?"

Family Head Gao remained outwardly impassive. Internally, however, he cursed his son endlessly. 'You incorrigible lecher. Did I not warn him to steer clear of provoking this goddess of slaughter? Why did his lust completely cloud his judgment the moment he laid eyes on her?'

Yet, as he observed Angel, he found a modicum of understanding. Angel's beauty possessed a compelling quality that ignited a fierce sense of possessiveness. Despite her reputation for carnage, her initial appearance was disarmingly alluring, her figure so provocatively shapely for her petite stature that one could easily envision a thousand illicit scenarios that would ignite a man's primal desire.

'However, this woman is no mere thorny rose. She is a flower that devours men!'

His clan, the Gao Family, was by no means weak. They boasted several cultivators at the Sixth Level of the Transcendence Realm. As a preeminent clan within one of the most powerful worlds across the entire Heavenly Layer, he commanded numerous resources and a formidable foundation meticulously built over hundreds of thousands of years.

Therefore, while Angel was undoubtedly formidable, was she truly powerful enough to confront his entire clan and all of its allies?

"Scarlet Crystal Witch, this incident hardly constitutes adequate justification for his demise, does it?"

Angel scrutinized him for several seconds, her perception already grasping the underlying dynamics. "Clan Leader Gao... Is it truly worth it? How many lives will it take to avenge your son? I ask again. Is it truly worth the cost?"

At this juncture, the elders accompanying Clan Leader Gao shifted uncomfortably. They, too, tacitly agreed with Angel's assessment. The opposing party had initiated the confrontation, making further escalation or provocation against this woman a genuinely unwise course of action.

"Clan Leader Gao, as an elder, I strongly advise you to concede this loss for the present."

"Do you expect me to simply accept my Son's death?"

"Precisely." The elder responded with unyielding finality. "It is unequivocally not worth jeopardizing our clan's foundation to avenge your son. Both you and I are fully aware of his rather... forward disposition."

Clan Leader Gao pursed his lips, casting a final glance at Angel before turning away with a dismissive flick of his long sleeve. He departed without uttering another word, lest his burgeoning anger erupt uncontrollably.

Witnessing their leader's retreat, his entourage collectively exhaled in relief, a flicker of apprehension crossing their eyes as they regarded the seemingly impassive, diminutive woman.

After their departure, Angel did not immediately leave. She blinked, entering a state of dazed contemplation, her heart feeling strangely numb. Then, she raised her gaze towards the heavens. "How much longer..."

Mirrory observed Angel, her mouth opening and closing silently before she finally released a sigh. "Not long now. I am confident she will return soon."

"Mmm," Angel replied absently, having heard that assurance far too many times.

Selena, aware that Yasenia was currently en route, contemplated speaking but recognized the inexpediency of doing so at this precise moment. After all, only Yasenia possessed the true capability to manage Angel effectively.

Suddenly, Selena's eyes, like rubies with vertical pupils, darted into the distance, a frown creasing her brow. "...Is this what that old man Gao meant by letting it go?"

Angel turned her gaze and witnessed an multitude of people hurtling towards her castle. Witnessing this familiar spectacle once more, Angel let out another sigh. Her voice, capable of reaching thousands of kilometers, resonated outwards. "Is it truly worth it?"

A woman at the vanguard, brandishing a spear, declared with unwavering conviction. "To vanquish a demon, no sacrifice is too great!"

Angel's eyes widened slightly. "A Demon?" A subtle, almost imperceptible curve graced her lips. "I am the inheritor of a Saint, not a demon."

The spear-wielding woman scoffed. "The heir of a Saint? Do not jest, Angel Dravory. You, a woman steeped in murder, could never compare to even a single strand of hair of one who bears the revered title of a Saint!"

Selena switched her gaze between the two, then glanced at the communication device. "It appears that this time, the Young Miss will arrive before Madam Angel embarks on another spree," she murmured.

Mirrory observed Selena's subtle expression of relief and instantly grasped the situation. Her eyebrows lifted, and a slight smirk played on her lips.

Angel conjured her sword and shield, both intricately adorned with red and white embellishments. Her Qi surged forth, revealing the might of Fourth Level Transcendence, and her Intent Domains manifested with commensurate power.

The very fabric of reality around her groaned, space contorting and mending as a consequence of her sheer presence. Sensing her formidable power, all those who had gathered to confront Angel felt a simultaneous wave of dread and apprehension.

Despite the majority being cultivators of Level Three to Level Six Sixth Realm, none felt they could even remotely contend with her.

However, just as the confrontation was poised to begin, Angel abruptly froze. Her Qi receded, and her blue eyes widened momentarily. She raised a hand to her heart, where a connection, incredibly faint yet painstakingly preserved through decades of arduous effort, still lingered.

The connection, dormant for ages, had, with almost imperceptible strength, pulsed. It felt akin to a delicate thread linking her to another being, and the presence on the other end, though distant, traversed the void with the swiftness of a demon incarnate. Even Angel herself felt uncertain about navigating the cosmos at such an extraordinary pace.

Meanwhile, far beyond their world, Yasenia, upon re-establishing contact with Angel's near-severed link, sensed a subtle surge of emotions emanating from it. The influx conveyed lingering longing, palpable pain, a profound numbness, and a trace of bloodlust mingling with indifference.

For a fleeting moment, Yasenia questioned if the individual on the other end could indeed be her child. Yet, upon reaffirming it in her heart, the atmosphere aboard their vessel underwent a palpable transformation.

Andrea and the others turned, observing Yasenia's golden, slit pupils shift to a deep, blood-red hue, as if a splash of crimson ink had colored her irises.

Without a word, she lifted her leg and stomped onto the railing of the flying vessel. Her leg muscles bulged with immense power as she flexed, and with utter disregard for the integrity of the flying treasure, she pushed.

CREAAAK!

BOOM!

The vessel was violently propelled backward, a significant portion of it buckling under the force of Yasenia's push. In the distance, a brilliant blue light illuminated the cosmos as a colossal dragon materialized.

The dragon, leveraging the impulse and momentum of its launch, unfurled its sky-spanning wings and tore through the very fabric of space, accelerating towards Angel's world with terrifying velocity.

Those arrayed against Angel looked on in confusion, wondering why she had suddenly fixed her gaze heavenward with such a... striking expression. It was widely known that this woman rarely displayed emotion, as if sculpted from pristine crystal.

But now, her usually impassive blue eyes were wide with disbelief, a flicker of anticipation, and a hint of deep-seated grievance.

"Scarlet Blood Witch! What are you staring at?!"

As the question was posed, everyone suddenly sensed a shift and instinctively looked upwards. Employing their immortal senses, they perceived a streak of blue light flashing in the far distance. It was as if a miniature star had ignited and vanished in an instant.

Yet, for reasons unknown, all present felt an overwhelming sense of impending doom wash over them. It was as if their most primal survival instincts were screaming at them to flee.

It was at this precise moment that the world plunged into darkness.

A singular figure violently erupted from the void of reality itself, clawing its way forth as its colossal form manifested within their realm. The Empyrean Cosmos Dragon Progenitor, its wingspan exceeding a staggering 140 kilometers, cast a vast shadow over the heavens, eclipsing the entire world.

Every individual who beheld this immense figure couldn't shake off a peculiar sense of familiarity, as if they had encountered this presence before. Only the most perceptive among them suddenly recalled the crystalline dragon that served as Angel's abode.

The dragon in the sky, its eyes blazing like fresh blood, spoke with a voice imbued with such ferocity and killing intent that it seemed to darken the very world. "Who is it? Who has caused my beloved to feel this way!?"

Few present could comprehend the dragon's question. Only those who had established the connection. And these individuals, without a moment's hesitation, activated their life-saving treasures and rapidly fled the scene.

As a multitude started to flee, the remaining onlookers also snapped into awareness, intending to beat a hasty retreat. "Flee? You intend to escape after provoking my precious darling to this degree!? DELUSIONAL INSECTS! REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE! [CELESTIAL INTENT DOMAIN]!"

A cosmic expanse engulfed the surroundings, drawing every individual within the ability's radius into Yasenia's personal cosmos. A backdrop of swirling purples, dotted with an infinite array of stars, galaxies, and celestial bodies, enveloped everyone present, instilling a primal sense of dread.

Yet, amidst this overwhelming tension, a single, quavering voice, laced with tears and an endearing timbre, sliced through the atmosphere. "It was you who upset me to this extent!"

The colossal dragon, seemingly the sovereign of this cosmic domain, abruptly halted, its gaze shifting towards the woman who had spoken. Those ensnared by the skill, who had not yet resigned themselves to their fate, recognized the speaker, and their knees threatened to buckle.

None present were fools; connections were swiftly forged in their minds. Then, to their utter astonishment, the dragon, capable of dwarfing mountains, vanished in a streak of azure light, only to rematerialize as a woman.

The re-emergence of this woman caused minds to reel. Even Angel, on the verge of tears, found her weeping halted as she gazed at the figure, utterly dumbfounded.

Yasenia materialized before Angel, her eyes wide with panic, her tail coiling nervously behind her as she stammered, "M-Me!? It-It was I who did it!? I am so terribly sorry, Darling. I truly apologize!"

The rapid succession of events left the onlookers completely bewildered, unable to process the unfolding spectacle!