Rebirth Of The Strongest Female Emperor Chapter 1: Crushing the Heart on Lingyun

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Swoosh!”

Abruptly, a chilling gleam flashed, paired with the gruesome noise of bones and flesh ripping apart. Blood sprayed everywhere. Vivid crimson blood splattered over the pristine white snow. A breathtaking woman stood behind the blood burst, clutching a razor-sharp sword. She gazed icily at the foes she had just butchered. Her pale, composed eyes revealed no hint of feeling.

Amid the winter chill, the woman donned a long, sheer-layered gown. Her spotless white dress was now soaked in scarlet from the nonstop bloodshed.

At her feet lay almost a hundred corpses piled atop the snowy ground. The blood pouring from those bodies had turned the surrounding snow into a red sea.

Yet…

This was far from over.

The woman lifted her gaze faintly. Across her pale yet striking face, her profound eyes swept over the tens of thousands encircling her from hundreds of miles away, all eyeing her with ravenous hunger.

She scanned each face carefully, then her lips curved into a wicked smirk. Raising her hand, she used a finger to brush away a warm droplet of blood trickling from her lip's edge. Her ashen lips gained a red tint, vivid and menacing.

79 people… who would follow next?

Ye Qingtang never imagined she'd one day stand as the world's foe, besieged by tens of thousands atop Lingyun Cliff!

It all stemmed from the Heart of the Demon God nestled in her chest!

With heavenly omens, the Demon God emerged. His arrival heralded the sky's collapse and the earth's demise.

Ye Qingtang wasn't the Demon God. She couldn't fathom why his heart had lodged itself within her.

But none of that held weight now.

Everyone before her craved the Heart of the Demon God, promising boundless might that could defy the heavens!

No one gave a thought to whether Ye Qingtang lived or died.

To them, she was merely the vessel holding the Heart of the Demon God.

How absurd!

Ye Qingtang drew herself upright. Her bare feet pressed into the yielding snow, letting the blood within drench them. She cocked her head and thrust her sword skyward. Its blood-dripping tip aimed straight at a finely attired woman amid the throng.

“Ye You. Stop sending these worthless fools! If you desire the Heart of the Demon God, come claim it yourself!” Ye Qingtang laughed, yet her eyes held no mirth.

Once, Ye You was the Ye Family's prodigy too. Because Ye Qingtang possessed a top-grade spirit root of utmost rarity, Ye You had torn open her belly with bare hands to seize it for herself.

Three hundred years had passed since then.

Ye You claimed Qingtang’s spirit root and usurped her destined path. She rose as the famed genius, now the mighty Great Empress Paragon. Meanwhile, Ye Qingtang endured endless trials and brushes with death sans her spirit root, clawing her way to Paragon realm through sheer toil. Yet Ye You cornered her atop Lingyun Mountain for the Heart of the Demon God.

Ye You's brows furrowed at her name. Disgust filled her gaze. To her, Ye Qingtang was a mere insect flailing for life, unworthy of her personal strike.

“Don’t let her get away! Extract the Heart of the Demon God completely for me.” Ye You ordered her guard.

The masses around Lingyun Cliff surged toward Ye Qingtang at once.

A ten-thousand-strong onslaught spelled utter doom for Ye Qingtang, superpowers or not.

The bottomless abyss loomed behind her. Ten thousand foes pressed from ahead. Still, fear or dread never crossed Ye Qingtang’s features.

In this lifetime, her father and second uncle fell slain. Senior Brother Yun gave his life for hers. Her master burned years from his span to shield her…

Ye Qingtang shut her eyes gradually. Reflecting on her path, regrets flooded her mind.

Those who cherished her were gone. With her foe now before her, she'd deny Ye You her prize, even if it meant shattering the Heart of the Demon God herself.

As the horde charged at Ye Qingtang, she thrust her hand forward and plunged her curled fingers into her chest. She smashed the coveted Heart of the Demon God without hesitation.

Boom!

The very moment Ye Qingtang pulverized the heart, a thunderous blast rocked Lingyun Cliff!

With the Heart of the Demon God obliterated, wild auras surged between heaven and earth. Fierce gales engulfed Lingyun Cliff. The ground quaked, peaks shuddered. Vast fissures tore across the massive cliff face.

Ye You and her followers ignored all else, fleeing desperately along their entry route.

As winds roared, earth shook, and mountains heaved, Ye Qingtang—sprawled in blood—tumbled into the infinite void with a massive splintered boulder.

Yet…

In that instant, a golden radiance pierced from above, streaking toward the plummeting Ye Qingtang.

Time froze in that breath.

The colossal tumbling rock hung motionless midair, and a figure alighted upon it.

A man of mesmerizing allure. His white robes billowed wildly in the tempest. He stood silently by Ye Qingtang’s form, eyes fixed on the self-inflicted gash in her chest. A faint, familiar aura ebbed away from the wound.

“Found it.”

His rich, melodious voice was swallowed by the gale. The man knelt slowly, his slender, graceful fingers brushing the gore-soaked rent tenderly. Strands of aura streamed ceaselessly from Ye Qingtang’s injury into his palm, coalescing into a see-through heart.

Just as the heart neared full shape, the aura scattered. The ghostly heart broke into motes, drifting around Ye Qingtang’s body before vanishing.

A dark emerald glint flickered in the man’s profound gaze.

“I see…”

Next instant, the man’s finger tapped between Ye Qingtang’s brows. A beam of golden light seeped gently within…