Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 1545. Beginning Of Revenge.

Within a prominent sect in Far Corner City, a woman stood with a somber expression. "How can no one recall anything about that dragon? Were we all collectively afflicted with amnesia? A dragon of that magnitude is not something one easily forgets!"

"Sect Master Sterila, even if you lament loudly, what is absent cannot be conjured out of thin air," Patriarch Gao stated with a stern demeanor. "Even if she possessed considerable strength, why did an alliance numbering in the hundreds scatter like a flock of sheep before a tiger? Is this the esteemed reputation of the righteous sects?"

Sterila regarded Patriarch Gao with a frigid gaze and scoffed. "Had it been solely the Crystal Blood Witch, we would not have retreated. However, who could ascertain the true might of that dragon? It materialized by tearing a rift in the very fabric of space. Do you believe the power of such a being is ordinary? Coupled with the Crystal Blood Witch, many of us could have met our demise."

Patriarch Gao fell silent, his annoyance evident. "Since you have no intention of honoring your commitments, return the treasures I provided as compensation."

Sterila replied evenly, "Exercise patience, Patriarch Gao. Our withdrawal was due to uncertainty. Once we gain more knowledge about that dragon, or if it departs, we shall, naturally, uphold our promise."

Patriarch Gao clicked his tongue and turned away. "A pack of avaricious hypocrites. Very well, at least you lack the audacity to abscond with my gifts without reciprocation. Otherwise, your dishonorable conduct will become common knowledge, costing you your reputation."

Sterila watched his receding figure, a flicker of murderous intent surfacing before she averted her gaze.

***

Meanwhile, Yasenia had been in Angel's company for three days. Their days were uneventful, with Angel remaining close to Yasenia as if attached. Yasenia, naturally, was overjoyed. She nourished Angel, offered gentle massages, showered her with kisses, and cuddled with her at night. She was unhurried, not pushing for any greater intimacy.

Angel also experienced immense comfort during this period, her heart at peace as she reveled in Yasenia's scent and warmth. She also learned of Andrea's journey and how Yasenia had 'rescued' her, so to speak. Angel found it somewhat amusing. "Are we all destined for some kind of predicament that Yasenia will save us from?"

Andrea chuckled. "Most likely. Did we not pledge to strive with all our might to grow stronger? It's natural that our pursuits might infringe upon others' interests."

Angel concurred with Andrea. Her own path had not merely trodden on interests but had also stained her hands with the blood of many.

Yasenia gently ran her fingers through Angel's hair, causing Angel's eyes to droop as she melted into Yasenia's embrace. Andrea rested her chin on her fist, smiling, finding the scene both nostalgic and endearing. She had never harbored jealousy towards the other girls regarding Yasenia's affections. For her, Yasenia's devotion as a loving partner was simply perfect. She cherished how Yasenia relied on her. Merely envisioning herself in Angel's situation made Andrea's cheeks flush with embarrassment. She doubted she could face the world under such circumstances.

Yasenia noticed Andrea's subtle gestures and inquired curiously, "What are you contemplating, Darling?"

Andrea blinked and cleared her throat. "Nothing significant. Just reflecting on how nostalgic our current situation feels."

Yasenia nodded and suddenly recalled. "Right, I was still engaging with Evelyn and Cecile when you two were already thoroughly defeated."

Angel gave a soft chuckle, and Andrea rolled her eyes gently. Gazing to the side, Yasenia spoke with slightly raised volume. "Feixue, your Qi control is faltering again. Reinforce your meridian usage when you maneuver your sword."

They were situated on a crystalline training ground that Angel had constructed for Feixue, who was practicing under Yasenia's guidance. Hearing Yasenia's words, Feixue nodded firmly and subtly adjusted her Qi application. *'Master's perception is truly acute. I hadn't even realized my focus was wavering...'*

Angel observed Feixue for a moment before communicating silently with Yasenia. "That girl's innate talent..."

Yasenia looked at Angel, a trace of admiration flashing in her golden eyes. *'My Baby has become truly astute and perceptive! So adorable~.'*

"It makes no difference," Yasenia stated with a relaxed smile. "She still possesses hundreds of thousands of years of potential lifespan, provided she breaks through to the Sixth Realm. I can find opportunities within that span."

Tatyana, standing nearby, clicked her tongue. "Your confidence is remarkable."

Yasenia arched an eyebrow. "At my present progression, won't I eventually reach the Ancient Heaven? I refuse to accept that one's destiny or innate abilities are immutable."

Tatyana laughed. "You are certainly self-assured. Even I have never ventured that far."

Yasenia playfully teased, "If you hadn't been so idle, you might have already ascended to the Divine Heaven."

Tatyana smirked in response, "I'm merely granting those in the heavens a brief respite before I ascend and bring about their downfall."

A chuckle echoed from the side, "You impudent old woman. You possess a remarkable talent for spouting utter nonsense."

"Old Mirror, if you don't speak, no one would mistake you for being mute!"

Mirrory let out a laugh, while Andrea, shaking her head, turned her gaze back to Yasenia. "So, when shall we depart?"

Her question cast a momentary silence over the group as all eyes shifted to Yasenia. The dragoness pondered for a moment, her gaze settling upon Angel, who was looking up. Angel's large, blue eyes held a softness that was absent the day she first arrived.

The gentle expression in her eyes was now nearly the same as before, yet it was tinged with a subtle, underlying maturity that hadn't been present prior. Yasenia, unable to resist, pulled Angel into a tight embrace, showering her face with kisses. "Why is my baby so incredibly cute!? I love you more than words can say!"

Angel giggled, her eyes crinkling with joy as kisses rained down upon her face. Andrea sighed, a smile gracing her lips. 'Truly, Yasenia's affection works wonders, doesn't it?'

Having showered Angel with affection and hugs, Yasenia finally stood, her tail providing support for Angel's delicate frame. "Alright, let's go pay a visit to the people Angel dislikes!"

Though her tone was light and cheerful, everyone understood that behind that facade lay a brewing inferno, ready to unleash a destructive force that would leave an indelible scar upon this world.

With a collective agreement, everyone rose to their feet. Feixue sheathed her sword, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She relished the moment Yasenia utterly crushed her enemies with overwhelming might!

The contingent, numbering just over 300 individuals, took to the skies. They transformed into streaks of light, traversing the world at an astonishing velocity.

Angel surveyed the landscape below and then pointed. "That sect is one of them."

The entire group veered, descending directly towards the sect's entrance. The few disciples stationed there were utterly dumbfounded, staring at the more than 300 celestial beings who had suddenly descended from the heavens. Their astonishment grew further when they noticed the figure at the forefront, cradling a small, yet clearly adult, woman in her arms.

Yasenia strode forward, her voice soft yet carrying an edge. A faint smile played on her lips, though her eyes remained devoid of any warmth. "Open the gates. I have a few words to discuss with your elders, child."

The eyes of the male disciple glazed over, and he moved as if compelled, opening the sect's gates. His companion stood frozen, his own gaze becoming just as unfocused.

Just as Yasenia anticipated a seamless entry, they encountered the sect's protective formation. "Hm..."

Observing the enormous, translucent dome enveloping the sect, Yasenia contemplated their next move. However, before she could utter a word, Angel extended her hand towards the sky. "[Formation Annihilation Mirror]."

A small fragment of Mirrory, which she could summon, manifested and expanded exponentially, thousands of times its original size, engulfing the entire sect. Its flawlessly polished surface reflected the sect with perfect clarity.

Within Mirrory's reflection, the formation's intricate lines were illuminated, each element precisely mirrored. Angel then made a forceful gripping and pulling motion towards the colossal Mirror in the sky.

The very earth seemed to groan in protest, the sect below trembling as if on the brink of a catastrophic earthquake. Following Angel's decisive gesture, a deafening sound, akin to shattering glass, reverberated through the surroundings.

CRASH!

Yasenia and Andrea stared, wide-eyed and speechless, as the sect's entire protective formation crumbled like delicate glass under Angel's single, effortless command. Andrea murmured in disbelief, "Heavens... you have truly become formidable."

Meanwhile, Yasenia looked down, her eyes sparkling with adoration. "Baby! You are incredibly powerful! I love it~."

Angel responded with a smile and then, reverting to her naturally clingy demeanor, nestled back into Yasenia's embrace, burying her face against Yasenia's neck.

"Who dares trespass!?"

"Do all of you believe our [Double Sword Peak Sect] is a force you can simply provoke!?"

Thousands of elders materialized above the sect, approximately 200 of them possessing cultivation at the Transcendence Realm.

Looking upwards, Yasenia's lips curved into a faint, predatory smile. "Welcome. Today, my purpose is to send all of you to meet your ancestors ahead of schedule."

"Arrogant fool!"

"Junior, do you truly believe you can waltz into our sect simply because you managed to dismantle our formation?"

However, a select few of the most senior elders wore expressions of deep concern, their gazes fixated on the woman cradled in the arms of the beautiful woman currently addressing them. 'Why does she seem so familiar?'

Angel's demeanor was so starkly different from her usual self that they struggled to reconcile the image of the Crystal Blood Witch with the adorable, snuggling child before them.

But when Angel turned her head and met their eyes, her blue irises as cold as glacial ice, their faces instantly turned ashen, their eyes widening in dawning horror.

"Y-You... The Crystal Blood Witch!"

"No, it's impossible! How could she possibly be in the arms of..."

"She must be an imposter!"

Angel let out a cold sneer, then turned his attention back to Yasenia’s neck, ignoring their commotion. Meanwhile, Yasenia’s voice resonated throughout the entire sect, projecting clearly to every member. "I shall answer your questions before you meet your demise. After all, I find it… unsatisfactory to send you off without understanding the reason for your death. I desire for you… to know regret."

"What nonsense are you spouting!?"

Yasenia’s reply was calm and collected. "I am Yasenia Dravory. The wife of Angel Dravory, the one you've labeled the Crystal Blood Witch. Today, I stand before you to exact vengeance for every wrong she has endured. Your group here is merely the first target of my retribution."

A mixture of reactions rippled through the crowd; some turned ashen, others scoffed, while a few visibly frowned at her haughty demeanor.

"Yasenia Dravory, do not mistake our restraint for fear!"

As the words left his lips, the dragon woman casually extended her free arm, unleashing a powerful technique. "[Celestial Dragon Claw]."

A colossal dragon claw, forged from pure Celestial Energy, materialized into existence. The very fabric of space around the claw began to distort and tremble violently before the claw rapidly closed.

BOOM!

The elder who had dared to speak, a cultivator of the Level Three Transcendence Realm, was obliterated in an instant, perishing with a single, devastating blow. A heavy silence descended upon the scene, quickly followed by the calculated movements of the more perceptive individuals who turned and began to flee.

Yet, a chilling smile graced Yasenia’s lips. "You think you can escape? Did I grant permission? [Celestial Intent Domain]."

Her immense aura expanded, engulfing the entire world and reshaping it into a cosmic expanse dominated by a deep purple backdrop. Then, with a soft parting of her lips as she continued to hold Angel tenderly, she uttered the words that sealed their fate. "[Celestial Collapse]."

All the celestial bodies within Yasenia’s formidable Intent Domain rained down from the heavens, converging on every single elder present. Without exception, they were engulfed by cataclysmic explosions, each capable of shattering worlds with effortless ease. Not a single soul survived the onslaught.