Chapter 22: Broken Messenger
A spatial rift tore open violently in the center of Saintess Mu Hui’s private pavilion within the Heavenly Radiance Sect’s camp.
A naked, broken body was thrown out like discarded trash, tumbling across the luxurious marble floor before coming to a stop at Mu Hui’s feet.
Saintess Mu Hui, who had been meditating in the center of the room, opened her amethyst-purple eyes. The sight before her made her freeze.
It was Yun Xiao.
Or rather… what remained of him.
The once-beautiful, promising young master lay sprawled on the floor, completely naked and covered in dried cum, tears, and bruises. His long silver-blue hair was matted and tangled. His lithe, slender body, once graceful and androgynous, was marked with countless red handprints, bite marks, and fresh void runes burned into his pale skin. His perky ass was visibly gaping and leaking thick white fluid, and his once-proud late Spiritual Sea Realm aura was gone.
Completely gone.
He had been reduced to a powerless early Foundation Realm mortal.
Yun Xiao lifted his head weakly, his beautiful face ruined by shame and trauma. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he looked up at Mu Hui with broken eyes.
“S-Saintess…” he croaked, his voice hoarse and trembling. “Ling Zihan… she… she did this… She used me… drained me… and sent me back as a message…”
Mu Hui stood slowly. Her voluptuous body trembled, not with fear, but with a storm of overwhelming emotions.
Rage. Shock. And a dark, twisted arousal that made her thighs press together involuntarily.
She stepped closer, her massive breasts heaving beneath her radiant dress as she stared down at the ruined young master. The scent of Void Yang Essence still clung heavily to his body. The sight of his gaping, leaking hole and broken expression sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.
“Tell me everything,” she whispered, her voice dangerously low.
Yun Xiao sobbed as he recounted the nightmare, how the Empress had slaughtered his entire squad, how she had brutally fucked and drained every single one of them, and how she had used him most thoroughly as her personal toy. He described every humiliating position, every degrading act, and how she had stolen his cultivation while forcing him to cum helplessly.
Mu Hui listened in silence, her purple eyes burning brighter with every word.
When Yun Xiao finished, he lowered his head to the floor in utter shame.
Mu Hui remained standing for a long moment. Then, unexpectedly, a low, throaty laugh escaped her full red lips.
“Hahaha… hahahaha!”
Her laughter grew louder, filled with manic obsession. She pressed a hand between her thick thighs, feeling how shamefully wet she had become.
“So this is your response, Void Empress…” she whispered heatedly, her voice trembling with dark excitement. “You took one of my most promising disciples… turned him into a broken, cum-filled toy… and sent him back to me like this?”
She crouched down, grabbing Yun Xiao’s chin and forcing him to look at her. Her massive breasts nearly spilled out of her dress as she leaned over him.
“You even carved your symbol into his chest… How bold. How arrogant. How delicious.”
Yun Xiao whimpered, but Mu Hui’s expression was not one of pity. It was one of twisted fascination and burning obsession.
“She grows stronger,” Mu Hui murmured, almost lovingly. “That power… that dominance… it truly feels like hers. The real Void Empress’s presence.”
She stood up abruptly, her eyes blazing with murderous intent mixed with dark desire.
“Clean him up and lock him away,” she ordered the shocked attendants who had rushed in. “He is no longer of use to us in battle… but he will serve as a reminder.”
As the attendants dragged the broken Yun Xiao away, Mu Hui walked to the window overlooking the battlefield. Her hands gripped the railing tightly, her voluptuous body trembling with emotion.
“Ling Zihan… No. Void Empress…”
A manic, obsessive smile spread across her beautiful face.
“You are finally showing your true self. Good. Very good. I was starting to get bored.”
She licked her lips slowly, her purple eyes glowing with fanatical hunger.
“When we meet on the battlefield… I will break you. I will make you kneel before me and confess that I am more worthy of the Empress’s legacy than any of you traitors. And then…”
Her hand slid down between her thighs again, pressing hard against her soaked core.
“I will offer your broken body to the true Void Empress as tribute.”
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The third and final day of the Survival Trial dawned blood-red across the Ancient Void Battlefield.
The once-vast forbidden zone had become a graveyard of broken alliances, shattered ruins, and countless corpses. Only the strongest participants remained, their numbers drastically reduced from over ten thousand to barely two thousand. The air was thick with killing intent, desperation, and the scent of impending death.
In a shattered valley filled with floating rock islands, a fierce battle was underway.
Ling Feng fought at the forefront of a small Void Clan squad, his spirit sword flashing with newfound ferocity. The public humiliation he had suffered at the Empress’s hands had ignited something dark and determined within him. He refused to remain weak.
“Die!” he roared, unleashing a powerful sword technique against three Blood Flame Alliance disciples. His blade cut through their flames and drew blood, proving that the harsh training had borne fruit.
For a moment, he felt pride. He was finally proving himself.
But pride was dangerous in this battlefield.
A sudden surge of holy light erupted from behind. A group of elite Heavenly Radiance Sect disciples had flanked them. Their leader, a late Spiritual Sea Realm expert, smirked as he unleashed a devastating radiant palm strike.
Ling Feng turned too late.
The attack slammed into him with overwhelming force, sending him crashing into a floating boulder. Blood sprayed from his mouth as several of his ribs cracked. His sword clattered to the ground.
“Pathetic Void trash,” the Radiance leader sneered. “Your Young Mistress isn’t here to save you this time.”
The Radiance disciples closed in, holy flames and light techniques glowing brightly as they prepared to finish off the Void Clan group.
Ling Feng struggled to stand, coughing blood. His eyes burned with defiance, but his body refused to obey. This was it. He would die here, still weak, and humiliated.
Then the temperature dropped sharply.
Black-purple void mists materialized in the air like living shadows.
The Empress appeared above them on a floating rock, her silver-white hair flowing dramatically in the wind. Her crimson eyes swept over the battlefield with cold indifference.
The Radiance disciples froze.
Before they could even scream, void chains erupted from the ground, binding all of them in place. The Empress descended gracefully, her dark purple robes fluttering.
“You dare touch what is mine?” she asked softly, her voice carrying absolute authority.
She raised one hand.
Black-purple void energy exploded outward. The Radiance disciples didn’t even have time to beg. Their bodies withered instantly as their cultivation, life force, and souls were devoured by the void. Within seconds, twelve dried husks collapsed to the ground.
Ling Feng stared in awe and shame as the Empress landed lightly before him.
“Young Mistress…” he rasped, forcing himself to kneel despite his injuries. “I… I failed again. I thought I could prove myself…”
The Empress looked down at him. For a moment, her expression remained cold. Then she extended her hand, sending a stream of pure Void Qi into his body. His injuries healed rapidly, and a portion of the stolen essence from her recent victims flowed into him, strengthening his foundation.
“You are still weak,” she said calmly. “But you fought with spirit this time. That is enough for now.”
Ling Feng’s eyes widened with gratitude and renewed determination. “Thank you, Young Mistress! I will not disappoint you again!”
The Empress turned away, her silver-white hair swaying.
“Survive until the end. Prove your worth in the Battle Royale. Only then will I consider you useful.”
She vanished in a flicker of void steps, leaving Ling Feng kneeling among the withered corpses of their enemies. His fists clenched tightly as a burning resolve filled his chest.
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The final hours of the Survival Trial descended into absolute madness.
The Ancient Void Battlefield, once a sprawling land of ancient wonders, had transformed into a hellscape of blood, shattered ruins, and desperate survival. Only the strongest participants remained, their numbers reduced to fewer than eight hundred. Every corner echoed with the sounds of fierce combat, beast roars, and dying screams.
The Empress moved like a phantom through the chaos.
Her silver-white hair flowed behind her as she stepped through short-range void steps, appearing and disappearing across the battlefield. She had already accumulated an enormous number of Void Points, but she was not satisfied. She wanted dominance. She wanted to crush any remaining illusions of resistance.
That was when the ambush came.
A coordinated trap set by the three major powers, Heavenly Radiance Sect, Blood Flame Alliance, and Golden Desert Palace, who had temporarily set aside their differences for one singular goal:
Eliminate Ling Zihan.
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The trap was sprung in the Valley of Shattered Stars, a wide basin filled with floating crystalline rocks and ancient formation remnants.
Over eighty elite disciples from the three top sects had gathered in perfect formation. Saintess Mu Hui herself was not present, but she had personally coordinated the plan from afar. At the forefront stood the strongest remaining fighters from each sect.
The moment the Empress appeared in the center of the valley, the trap activated.
Golden sandstorms erupted from the Golden Desert Palace disciples, creating a massive domain that restricted spatial movement. Crimson flames from the Blood Flame Alliance formed a blazing cage around the perimeter. Holy light chains from the Heavenly Radiance Sect shot toward her from every direction, aiming to seal her movements.
“NOW!” the joint commander roared.
Dozens of powerful techniques rained down simultaneously, flame dragons, sand spears, radiant swords, and binding formations all converging on the lone silver-haired figure.
The Empress stopped walking.
A faint, cold smile touched her lips.
“So this is how you choose to die,” she whispered.
She raised one elegant hand.
“Void Domain — Eternal Silence.”
Black-purple void energy exploded outward from her body like a supernova. The entire valley was instantly engulfed in her domain. The golden sandstorms froze mid-air and disintegrated. The crimson flames were devoured and extinguished. The holy light chains shattered like glass before they could even reach her.
Spatial laws within the domain became hers to command.
She took a single step.
Void Step.
She vanished and reappeared directly in front of the Blood Flame Alliance’s strongest remaining fighter. Her palm pressed gently against his chest. Void energy surged into his body, devouring his Spiritual Sea in an instant. The man didn’t even have time to scream before he collapsed into a withered husk.
The massacre began.
The Empress became a ghost of death within her own domain. She moved through the battlefield with terrifying grace, using short-range Void Steps to appear wherever she wished. Every time she reappeared, someone died.
She grabbed a Golden Desert Palace elder by the throat and drained him dry while he screamed. She tore through a group of Radiance disciples with a wave of her hand, their bodies collapsing into dried corpses. She toyed with a particularly arrogant Blood Flame young master, forcing him to his knees and draining him slowly while his comrades watched in horror.
Dozens fell within minutes.
The coordinated ambush had completely collapsed. What was meant to be an overwhelming force became a slaughter.
The surviving disciples tried to flee, but the Void Domain suppressed their movements and devoured their escape techniques. The Empress hunted them methodically, her expression never changing from cold indifference.
By the time the domain finally receded, over seventy elite disciples from the three major sects lay as withered corpses across the Valley of Shattered Stars. The Empress stood alone in the center, her silver-white hair pristine, her robes untouched by blood or dust.
Her points ranking surged dramatically.
First Place — Ling Zihan (Primordial Void Immortal Clan)
The announcement echoed across the entire battlefield through the trial formations, causing shockwaves among all remaining participants.
In the distance, hidden observers from various sects felt genuine fear for the first time.
“She… she just wiped out an entire coordinated force by herself…”
“That wasn’t Spiritual Sea Realm power… that was something far more terrifying…”
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Back at the Void Clan’s camp, when news reached them, Ling Feng and the others stared in awe and renewed determination. Ling Qingmei clutched her chest, a mixture of pride and deep unease in her eyes.
The final hours of the Survival Trial passed in relative silence for the remaining participants. Most chose to hide or avoid conflict, knowing that the silver-haired demon was still hunting.
When the final hour of the Survival Trial ended at sunset on the third day, a grand announcement echoed across the entire Central Profound Arena and every corner of the Ancient Void Battlefield:
“The First Stage — Survival Trial — has concluded!”
Hundreds of thousands of spectators held their breath as the massive projection arrays in the sky displayed the final rankings.
Final Survival Trial Rankings:
1st Place: Ling Zihan (Primordial Void Immortal Clan) — Massive Points Lead
2nd Place: Saintess Mu Hui (Heavenly Radiance Sect)
3rd–10th: Various top geniuses with significantly lower scores
The gap between first and second was overwhelming.
The entire arena fell into a stunned silence for several long seconds before erupting into chaotic noise.
“She actually took first place… by that much?!”
“Saintess Mu Hui only managed second? Even with the full support of the Heavenly Radiance Sect?”
“The Void Clan’s Young Mistress… she’s a monster…”
In the Void Clan’s pavilion, cheers and gasps of disbelief broke out. Ling Qingmei clutched her chest, pride and worry warring on her face. The Patriarch’s eyes shone with genuine hope for the first time in decades.
The Empress stood calmly among her clan members, her silver-white hair glowing softly in the sunset light. Her expression remained cold and regal, showing no surprise at the results.
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Saintess Mu Hui stood motionless on the balcony of her sect’s grand pavilion, her voluptuous body tense beneath her radiant dress. Her amethyst-purple eyes were fixed on the ranking projection in the sky.
2nd Place.
She had poured everything into this stage, coordinating ambushes, hunting high-value targets, and personally eliminating dozens of strong opponents. Yet she still fell short.
The gap between her and Ling Zihan was vast.
A dark, obsessive smile slowly spread across Mu Hui’s beautiful face. Instead of anger, her purple eyes burned with twisted excitement and fanatical hunger.
“So this is your true power…” she whispered, her voice trembling with dark delight. “You didn’t just survive. You dominated. You hunted my people like animals and still came out on top.”
Her massive breasts heaved as she breathed deeply, a strange heat spreading through her body. The more overwhelming the Empress’s display of power, the stronger Mu Hui’s twisted obsession grew.
She turned to her subordinates, her voice cold and commanding.
“Prepare for the Battle Royale. The real war begins now. I want every available elite focused on one goal, isolating and weakening Ling Zihan. I will deal with her personally in the final stages.”
Her lips curled into a dangerous, almost loving smile.
“Run as much as you want, Void Empress… The more you show your power, the more I crave breaking you.”
End of Chapter 22