Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 1558. Guide Me. I’ll Show You.

Darla felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation. In her prolonged existence, especially after assuming the role of Sect Master, she had never encountered anyone who didn't exhibit at least a degree of apprehension towards her formidable strength. While not the absolute apex of power, she was sufficiently potent that other preeminent figures hesitated to contest her authority over trivial matters.

Yet, as she stood amidst hundreds of these top-tier powerhouses now, a solitary dragon woman remained composed. Her attire fluttered gently in the breeze, her long, straight black hair swayed serenely, and her gaze, possessing an unnerving ease even after dispatching individuals Darla herself would find troublesome, surveyed the scene.

‘Why?’

A deep sense of bitterness washed over her.

‘Why is Evelyn’s wife so incredibly powerful?’

Still, as this question formed, Darla experienced a sudden clarity. ‘No… the opposite is true. It is precisely because his wife possesses such might that Evelyn dared to act as he did. His actions were not born of recklessness or avarice, but rather of careful calculation.’

Observing that Yasenia’s gaze remained fixed upon her, while the representatives from the three prominent sects stood rigidly, their eyes darting nervously, Darla finally gathered her resolve to speak as the primary representative of their group. “There is no necessity for such extreme measures. The individuals within those sects are innocent.”

Yasenia regarded her with dispassionate eyes. “Innocent? That word carries considerable weight, does it not?”

Darla’s heart skipped a beat, but Yasenia continued, “Were all those individuals you vanquished on your path to greater strength truly guilty, Sect Master Darla?”

Even without specific knowledge of Darla’s past deeds, the reality was undeniable to everyone present who had reached the pinnacle of the cultivation world: their ascent was paved with countless lives. Guilt, innocence, righteousness, villainy – all present undoubtedly bore the stain of bloodshed.

“Your power grants you the right to pass judgment only upon those who have directly wronged you. You are not in a position of utter helplessness or desperate straits. There is no need to eliminate everyone.”

Darla attempted to interject, but Yasenia tilted her head. “Were you as forgiving towards those who trespassed against you when you were still vulnerable, Sect Master Darla?”

Once again, Darla found herself rendered speechless. Every single offender who had dared to cross her before her rise had, predictably, met a bloody end. Organizations, families, clans, sects… Darla herself had extinguished the light of more than one of each.

Yasenia offered a faint smile. “The first individual I eliminated was affiliated with a half-Dual Cultivation sect; their transgressions were manifest. The second was an assassin, and I refuse to believe such operatives lack an underlying organization that facilitates indiscriminate killings for payment. The third person I felled displayed blatant arrogance and vanity, clearly indicative of an overbearing sect.”

Each assertion resonated with truth, and understandably so. Yasenia had journeyed extensively throughout her life, rarely settling for more than a century and a half. While she might not possess the same immense lifespan or breadth of experience as some present, she was an exceptionally perceptive woman.

Her keen senses, amplified by her draconic nature, allowed Yasenia a deeper insight into each individual, particularly when they were less powerful and unable to shield themselves from her scrutiny. The three individuals she had targeted all exuded potent killing intent and palpable resentment.

However, it wasn't a matter of Yasenia deliberately seeking them out. Rather, among the assembled crowd, identifying individuals with those specific qualities was as effortless as blindly scooping sand on a vast beach.

Darla let out a heavy sigh, a sound that sent a shiver down the spines of the remaining members from the three subjugated sects. “S-Sect Master Darla! How can you stand by and permit this demonic creature to act with such impunity!”

“Sect Master Darla! She is a harbinger of catastrophe! You must not allow her words to cloud your judgment or compromise your pure, righteous heart!”

Escape? The thought had indeed crossed their minds. However, the instant any of them even contemplated such a move, their intentions were instantly met by the unwavering focus of the three hundred maids positioned at a distance. Their collective experience screamed a dire warning: any attempt at escape would undoubtedly result in immediate demise.

Thus, until this very moment, they had placed all their hopes in Darla’s ability to persuade Yasenia.

Clearly, that diplomatic endeavor had proven unsuccessful.

Darla’s gaze shifted to meet Evelyn’s placid violet eyes as she inquired, “Will you permit your wife to engage in such ruthless actions, Evelyn?”

Evelyn returned Darla’s gaze and offered a gentle smile. “Ruthless? Did you consider it ruthless when the entirety of the righteous faction was mobilized to persecute me for the theft of a single treasure?”

“That was our paramount treasure! Without it, we face a significant disadvantage against the Demonic sects!”

“And so?” Evelyn inquired, seemingly unfazed by Darla’s visibly agitated state. “Sect Master Darla, the fact that the loss of a single treasure is sufficient to cripple an entire faction speaks volumes not about the treasure’s importance…” Her tone abruptly hardened. “…but about the profound rottenness festering within such a faction.”

Darla’s voice caught in her throat. Evelyn, unconcerned, continued to expose their hypocrisy mercilessly. “I have traversed numerous worlds, and generally, righteous factions maintain an advantage over demonic cultivators primarily for one straightforward reason. While demonic cultivators ascend rapidly, they often employ nefarious methods that compromise their foundation and inevitably attract widespread animosity.”

She paused, shaking her head with a sigh. "Thus, those who walk the demonic path will perpetually find themselves at a disadvantage. Out of a thousand cultivators, nine hundred will inevitably align with righteous factions. This is the natural superiority of the… righteous cause. It must be so, lest the world descend into utter chaos. And yet…"

Her words trailed off, but everyone present grasped the unspoken conclusion. Yasenia nodded, a flicker of approval and pride in her eyes. Evelyn had always possessed a sharp intellect, so it wasn't surprising she could perceive the precarious state of the righteous side in this realm.

From the outside, it resembled a magnificently crafted castle. Alas, pervasive termites had infiltrated every wooden beam, leaving the structure precariously supported by a single stone pillar: the thunder crown. Without this crown, the edifice began to creak, revealing undeniable signs of decay.

Yasenia, with the situation now starkly clear, spoke with a light tone. "Eliminate the members of that sect right here. We shall pay them visits, one by one."

The 300 maids moved with a speed surpassing this world's mightiest powerhouses, dismembering every individual from the targeted sects in less than a second. Several top experts vanished in the blink of an eye.

Yasenia then gracefully glided towards Darla, her gaze fixed upon the other woman. Darla stiffened, but remained motionless.

"Guide me."

"Huh?"

Yasenia repeated, her voice firm. "Guide me. I shall permit you to witness the demise of the righteous side's leader with your own eyes. I want you to comprehend that to exact vengeance, your strength must far exceed what you possess now. This way, I can prevent more insignificant nuisances from bothering me."

Having spoken, Yasenia turned and flew back towards her companions, her arms opening wide to embrace Angel, bestowing a gentle kiss upon her soft cheek. Yasenia's typically stern expression instantly melted into tenderness, her tail giving a gentle wag. "Hm~, as expected, holding my precious baby is the ultimate comfort."

Angel smiled sweetly, her arms encircling Yasenia's neck, their bosoms pressing closely together. Evelyn, witnessing this, instantly began to drool. "Heavens, I had nearly forgotten that I'll be able to behold such a heartwarming scene daily once we are reunited."

Andrea playfully tapped the back of Evelyn's head with a chuckle. "Let's go."

Evelyn glanced up, her gaze lingering on Andrea's ample chest as well. She let out a soft sigh. "You usually draw attention for your athletic physique, but girl, you certainly have a substantial presence."

Andrea showed no embarrassment, instead raising an eyebrow, her light green eyes sparkling with amusement. "What, do you desire me to carry you in the same manner Yasenia carries Angel?"

Evelyn immediately swallowed hard. "I'd best refrain. I might awaken something rather peculiar."

"Dear, Darling."

Both women looked over, their bodies instantly stiffening. Yasenia's alluring golden eyes fixed upon them with an intensity that almost made them cry out.

"Will you accompany me?"

In a flash, both women vanished and reappeared flanking Yasenia, one on her left and the other on her right.

Andrea smiled. "Immediately, my love."

Evelyn nodded vigorously. "Absolutely! Anyone who tries to prevent me from joining you will be impaled by my spear!"

Yasenia's lips curved into a subtle smile. Her companions were free to tease one another. However, they needed to recognize who held the ultimate authority. Still smiling, she blinked and looked at Evelyn. "What spear are you referring to?"

Evelyn grinned broadly, like a rather lecherous old gentleman. "Hehehehe."

Darla observed their playful exchange with a sense of disbelief. 'Is this the same formidable dragon who can obliterate lives without a second thought?'

Their group departed, with Darla silently following in their wake. She wasn't the only one; numerous other formidable experts chose to trail them discreetly. Yasenia made no move to stop them. After all, while these individuals had previously wronged Evelyn, her 'Dear' had decided to extend them clemency.

Therefore, she intended to deliver a warning through the most straightforward means possible.

Soon, Yasenia's entourage arrived at the Thunder Wave sect's location. The sect was situated in a uniquely striking setting: a colossal mountain surrounded by the boundless sea, with ominous thunderclouds gathering overhead.

This island-mountain was colossal, soaring over fifty kilometers into the sky. Furthermore, scattered around the base of the island-mountain were numerous smaller landmasses dotted with dwellings and structures, creating habitable zones despite the turbulent waves.

Darla and the others envisioned themselves assaulting this stronghold, perhaps advancing from the front and slowly pushing inward. Naturally, they understood that their current strength was insufficient to breach the massive protective formation safeguarding the primary mountain.

Yasenia, however, did not employ such conventional tactics.

They watched as Yasenia gently placed Angel down and then ascended rapidly, soaring beyond the clouds. Subsequently, an overwhelming and terrifying presence permeated the atmosphere, manifesting from above the cloud layer.

ROAAARRR!!!

A brilliant blue light engulfed the heavens, and from beyond the clouds, a dragon whose sheer scale dwarfed the already immense mountain descended. Its legs, each nearly as tall as the mountain itself, struck the water, generating titanic tsunamis that swept away all the smaller structures.

Darla and the others instantly turned ashen-faced, gazing upwards. They then saw Yasenia unfurl her majestic wings.

In an instant, her wings spread across the entire firmament like an immense celestial curtain, the radiant sun and moon embedded within her wings manifesting in the sky.

As the Thunder Wave Sect initiated their defensive formations, a colossal dragon unfurled its mountain-devouring maw, a singular chant resonating through the heavens.

"[Celestial Dragon Breath]!"

A beam of pure energy connected the back of Yasenia's throat to the mountain, and in the subsequent moment, the world was consumed by a blinding blue-white light. The immense dragon's breath rent the very fabric of space, forging an endless void before its devastating impact.

Darla and the others hastily erected their defensive shields, yet the mere shockwave struck them a moment later.

BOOM!!!

A world-rending explosion slammed into their shields, forcibly repelling every single cultivator present. To make matters worse, their proximity meant Yasenia's breath was on the verge of engulfing them.

It was at this critical juncture that the petite girl, who had been nestled sweetly and obediently in Yasenia's arms, materialized before the group. Her long blonde hair, whipped by the wind, flowed backward as she slowly raised a hand. "[Shield]!"

A colossal crystalline shield, stretching for tens of kilometers, materialized, meeting Yasenia's Celestial Dragon Breath head-on. Miraculously, it held firm, though cracks spiderwebbed across its surface. The shield, however, flawlessly protected everyone within its purview.

All eyes swiveled towards the small, composed blonde girl, their gazes filled with apprehension. Even Evelyn observed Angel with evident surprise. 'While I believe I could also withstand a portion of that breath, it certainly wouldn't be with such apparent ease... What was that? A mere utterance of '[Shield]' and it was blocked? It appears Angel has also transformed into a terrifying entity.'

As the dramatic display ceased, an immediate inspection revealed a sight that caused everyone's breath to catch. Where the mountain and ocean had once stood, a colossal abyss now yawned. The surrounding ocean itself receded, exposing the seabed due to the sheer explosive force, creating a scene of profound terror.

Darla, her voice strained, looked up at the gargantuan, impassive dragon. "What... is this?"