C1 Soul Weeping Continent

Lei Yan's consciousness was hazy when he suddenly felt an icy chill on his cheek. His brow twitched as he struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, only to discover he was lying beside a stream, half of his face submerged in the water.

With feeble hands, he propped himself up. The sharp pain in his chest sapped his strength, but he eventually managed to stand, murmuring weakly to himself, "Wasn't I battling on Devil Island? I remember a rocket flying toward me. How did I end up here?"

No sooner had he spoken than a flood of memories surged into his hippocampus. He recalled a world where strength ruled, where people worshipped "Soul Power," and the land was known as the Soul Weeping Continent—a mysterious and vast realm. Its size, the extent of its unknown territories, creatures, demons, and bizarre beasts were all enigmas. It was a world without end, brimming with mystery, fear, and allure.

He was the ruler of the Devil Domain, an island opposite the Great Qian Dynasty, a veritable overlord.

The world was so vast that even he hesitated to venture forth and explore.

"Holy smokes, I've actually crossed over into another world." Lei Yan's face registered utter disbelief. He had been reborn on another planet, assuming the role of Devil Sovereign on a modest island.

But if he was the Devil Sovereign, why was he sprawled beside a stream, in such a wretched state? He strained to sift through his memories for any clues.

As he was about to delve deeper into his recollections, an ancient sword with a green hilt suddenly pressed against the side of his neck, accompanied by a fierce voice, "Devil Sovereign, your time has come."

Lei Yan turned to see a woman dressed in a red dudou and a short egg-yolk-yellow skirt, brandishing a sword and staring him down with intense hatred. Her waterfall of black hair fluttered in the breeze, framing her distinctive almond-shaped face and piercing eyes beneath furrowed brows.

Her skin was milky white, her stature elegant and statuesque. As her captivating form came into view, Lei Yan's exhaustion vanished, replaced by a surge of vitality. He was utterly captivated by her beauty, completely oblivious to the murderous intent etched on her face.

"The Devil Sovereign, the formidable leader of the Devil Clan, reduced to such a pitiful state. To think that he would meet his end at the hands of a woman is truly laughable," the woman sneered, her lips curling into a scornful smile that betrayed her boundless resentment and the thrill of impending vengeance upon Lei Yan.

Lei Yan, taken aback, glanced around in bewilderment. "Beauty... what's happening?"

The woman's irritation grew as Lei Yan showed no fear. The ancient sword she wielded edged closer to his neck. "Devil Sovereign, stop feigning ignorance and calm. You were presented with the most beautiful woman of the Soul Weeping Continent by the Great Qian Dynasty, a gift you never even deigned to look at. You cast me aside into the cold palace, leaving me to endure the torment of your countless resentful concubines. Today, your life ends by my hand."

"Beauty, there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not the Devil Sovereign you're talking about..." Lei Yan's protestation trailed off as he realized he indeed resembled the Devil Sovereign of the Devil Clan's island. "Hehe, beauty, let's sit down and talk this over. Swords can be unforgiving, so let's put that away. And please, cover yourself up; your exposed chest, navel, and long legs are quite distracting."

"I was dressed just like this on the night I was sent to the Holy Demon Palace, prepared to offer my virginity to you, and you scarcely gave me a second glance. Now you claim you can't resist me?" The woman's cold laugh was tinged with a sense of triumph, seemingly pleased that Lei Yan found her irresistible. But her smile quickly turned cold. "Even if you desire me now, I won't be yours. Prepare to die."

With those final words, she retracted her sword and thrust it toward Lei Yan. The sharp blade swiftly penetrated his shoulder, entering and exiting with lethal precision.

Lei Yan, still struggling to grasp the situation, was suddenly impaled. His mind raced with disbelief and countless questions. Before he could ponder any further, the woman withdrew the blood-stained sword, and Lei Yan, following the trail of pain, toppled into the creek, sending water splashing in all directions.

"Devil Sovereign, today you will regret never having given me a second glance," the woman declared as she stepped back to avoid the splashing water before lunging at Lei Yan with her sword, who was sprawled in the stream.

Lei Yan was not one to dawdle. He quickly rose to his feet and dashed away. As he braced himself with his palm against the ground, he inadvertently pressed down on a glove submerged in the water, triggering a mechanism that sent a blood needle flying.

Swoosh!

The blood-colored needle flew straight toward the woman's chest, piercing her right breast and sending her stumbling backward to the ground. A bloody, eye-sized wound gushed blood from her chest.

Lei Yan felt something on his arm and took a quick glance at the object, recognizing it with a start. Wasn't that the Fierce Soul Bloodthirsty Needle?

Without further thought, Lei Yan snatched up the glove and slipped it onto the back of his hand. He then faced off against the striking woman, clutching the wound on his left shoulder. "Listen, lady, there's no need for such brutality. We could have talked this out calmly. What's with the rush? And dressing like that, do you really want me to strip you down right here?"

The Fierce Soul Bloodthirsty Needle was a creation of the Devil Sovereign, designed to combat Soul Cultivators. It wasn't lethal, but it could significantly weaken one's Soul Power.

The woman was taken aback by Lei Yan's fierce riposte. "I never imagined you'd have such a formidable talisman for protection."

She eyed the Devil Sovereign cautiously, having thought him nearly defeated, a once-mighty tiger reduced to a mere kitten. Yet, he still possessed such a potent talisman, prompting her to rue her miscalculation.

Fearful that the Devil Sovereign might decide to finish her off, her face paled as she clutched at the wound on her right breast. She quietly got to her feet and began to retreat. When she saw that he made no move to pursue, she turned and fled.

Lei Yan watched her go, his gaze lingering on her alluring figure, accentuated by her long, shapely legs and the mesmerizing sway of her hips. He swallowed hard, frustration boiling within him. If it weren't for the laws of society restraining him, he would have chased her down into the woods for a reckoning. How dare she attack him.

Wracked with intense shoulder pain, he was in no state to pay much attention. Yet, as the woman ran, an extraordinary event unfolded before him. A piece of gray fabric began to coil around her waist like a serpent, swiftly enveloping her exposed skin until it formed a Taoist robe around her.

"Whoa, what just happened? How did she turn into a nun all of a sudden?" Lei Yan watched, utterly astonished.

The woman dashed behind a large rock in the distance and retrieved a bamboo tube. She launched it skyward, and a rocket soared into the heavens, bursting into a shower of sparks above.

It was an ancient distress signal.

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