Immortal Kingdoms

The shaking of the ground started gradually, bit by bit increasing till pebbles and massive rocks began to tumble down the high mountains in the distance.

Overlapping domains and fierce shouts rolled in like an apocalypse scene, the ardent fervor in the voice too prominent to overlook despite the chaos.

Wendy's lonesome figure seemed so weak and minuscule in the face of such a stampede of steel, to the point where one would think that running over her body would be more than enough to snuff out her little life.

High in the skies and in the eight directions, powerful auras began to appear one by one, albeit there wasn't a hint of malice in their presence.

These saints were obviously spectators. With the scale of the erupting conflict, only saints are qualified to calmly watch, not particularly scared of losing their lives to the upcoming shockwaves.

Friends and foes both gathered. For example, on a mountain peak not too far away, five figures were silently watching.

Pandora, Juvia, Zofia, Olivia, and Meranda.

These three secret agents of Tesla's stood respectfully behind these two silver-haired women.

Zofia the ever-curious cat stepped forward to intimately hug and sway Pandora's right arm, laughing as she asked: "Boss, is that big sister going to be alright? Should we prepare to provide support?"

Pandora furrowed her brow, not knowing how to answer this question.

Juvia said, "We can only watch for now."

Other than Leonardo, no one on this side of the Sky Mountains witnessed Wendy in combat, not even Aria, as the only time Wendy made a move in the past was while being under the control of her co-soul. Thus, Wendy's pure and unadulterated combat effectiveness remained a mystery for all.

Everyone who came to spectate was surprised as there wasn't any information on this saint by Leonardo's side since she never made a move in the open, to the extent that everyone thought that she was just an empty flower vase, an attendant.

Even Jeffery who was watching through a magical mirror with Queen Adeline's powers felt shocked.

This young woman who was serving him tea and snacks, always standing respectfully like a maid, was actually a powerful saint. He felt his world spin around him, thanking his lucky stars that he wasn't swayed so much by her wild charm to the point where he did something he might have regretted.

Of course, his self-restraint was attributed to his respect, fear, and reverence for Leonardo.

"She's making a move!"

Zofia suddenly shouted in a low voice, her golden-slitted pupils trained on that tall and elegant figure dressed in white.

…

Sigh…

"Perhaps I should have really killed the few to save the many? Well, compared to the scale of an entire planet, this pitiful army could also be considered a few, I guess?"

Wendy's voice wasn't that loud. However, it seemed to reach the sky above, the earth below, and the horizon across.

This was because her cultivation base and domain unfurled simultaneously with her voice, the sound waves of her syllables riding the expanse of translucent worldly energy adherent to her spiritual strength rather than the preset ambient energy of the world, easily crossing distances unknown.

She was merely trying to compensate for the lost momentum of sound by the use of her spiritual strength in a similar manner to when she expanded her senses, never expecting for this to actually work. Thus, she was delighted inwardly, feeling that her actions were praiseworthy.

The finite control over the domain, spiritual strength, and sound displayed by Wendy brought an expression of stern vigilance to the eyes of many cultivators in the shadows, Juvia and company being no exception.

Juvia and Pandora knew that this woman must be a very powerful existence to become Leonardo's student, but strength and skill were two entirely different concepts.

As the domain expanded, it easily overwhelmed the superimposed domains on the horizon, not even their chaotic shouts could block the seemingly gentle voice that dripped with apathy and pity as it nailed through their shocked minds.

In that instant of lag in judgment, Wendy made her next move.

She waved her hand in the air, wisps of multicolored energy, as fine threads of silk danced above her hand before she reached for the elegant short sword strapped to her waist. With a light tug, the sword left its scabbed, these interweaving multicolored strands of energy congregating along its body and spine, jutting out into the shape of a radiant longsword.

Wendy then seemed to take one step, but it also looked like two, perhaps four, and it might have been six. However, a long trail of lifelike afterimages filled the sky, approaching the army in a semicircular siege like an advancing mirage of death.

Silent and fleeting.

"Attack!"

The vanguard saints shouted, though their voices were lost without a trace, leaving them shocked and horrified as they instinctively laughed a tsunami of powerful energy blasts onto the string of afterimages indiscriminately.

Boom!

The land, sky, and mountains shook with these violent vibrations, the countless Wendy phantoms exploding into opaque multicolored clouds that were particularly glaring through the dust and debris.

Just as they were hurriedly sweeping the battlefield with their senses, a brilliantly glowing multicolored sun blossomed in the heart of the army's formation, the gentle rainbow rays suddenly becoming a boiling hot stream of piercing laser beams impaling the bodies of hundreds of cultivators.

A clearance with a radius of half a mile suddenly formed in the heart of the army, drawing everyone's attention while collecting some interest in the form of fearful gasps. Unknowingly though, streams of blood from the cut-down soldiers seeped through the ground, silently rushing in Leonardo's direction as he sat on the smooth and flat surface of a thick energy vein underground.

These people had yet to react when the massive sun split into six even portions, reflecting the rotations of dawn, midday, and dusk in a cycle of yin and yang.

With the principles of magic as a foundation, Wendy didn't need a study sword to display the powerful techniques from the Fourth Dimension Immortal Scripture.

She silently raised her fair hand as the six even yet proportionally massive sections compressed into six multicolored long swords, a dense aura of doom vibrating around their bodies, causing space to quake and time to dilate.

Thin black cracks began to web their way through the superimposing domains, dark clouds rumbling with lightning starting to gather silently above the battlefield as an incomparably majestic will descended to mend these cracks in space-time.

Everyone was shocked with horror by the display of such might, but the priests in the crowd immediately noticed the dark clouds and began to kowtow toward the sky with fear and worship, believing that their Goddess came to their rescue.

Only when the number of priests dropping to their knees and foreheads on the ground substantially increased did everyone notice the weird phenomenon in the sky.

In this seemingly silent and colorful world, there seemed to be an especially prominent color of pale blue flickering in and out like a meandering long dragon about to descend with a vengeful wrath to demolish all existence.

However, not everyone felt fear, awe, and reverence.

For example, Leonardo who had a smile on the corner of his lips.

For example, Juvia and Pandora who had experienced much more than this.

For example, Ingrid who walked out from Tesla's main building dressed in a long black dress, her raven black hair cascading down her back like a river of ink, a black umbrella covering her face as she silently disappeared into the crowded streets.

For example, Wendy who lowered her hand with an expression of cold indifference in her eyes.

Her lips moved.

"Die."