205: Chapter 205: Speak them all out, it's just a matter of one slap anyway.

"Pop." A light sound, like pricking a bubble.

The fierce ghost head, capable of causing a Nascent Soul Cultivator to experience Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, along with the phantom of that blood-colored banner, instantly froze, then like a weathered sand sculpture, disintegrated inch by inch, turning into nothingness.

"What?!" Li Zhantian's pupils constricted sharply, and warning bells rang wildly in his heart.

But before he could make a second reaction, that small, fair hand that had just pierced his Divine Ability had already crossed space, appearing before him, and then— "Slap!"

A slap, even louder than the one just given to Chen Yongheng and Li Mubai, struck hard against Li Zhantian's cold, stern face!

Li Zhantian's magic body, standing a zhang tall, was sent spinning like a top in the air for over a dozen turns by this slap before crashing onto the ground, landing right next to Chen Yongheng, smashing a large crater into the ground. His soul body was dim, a clear slap print on his face, and his eyes were filled with confusion and horror.

"Noisy!" The Little Girl curled her lips. "Go lie down to the side! I'll deal with you later!"

Everyone: "..."

Immediately following, the second, third, fourth... more and more figures were forcibly "dragged" out of their slumber by Chen Yongheng's Origin-Tracing Spirit Summoning Seal!

There were Taoist nuns drifting with Immortal Qi, holding jade ruyi; burly men with knotted muscles, resembling giants; mysterious entities shrouded in shadows with indistinguishable faces; and youths with Sword Qi soaring to the heavens, appearing like Sword Immortals descended to the world...

Every one of them possessed an immensely powerful aura, at least being the sages of the Hehuan Sect throughout history who had touched the threshold of Ascension or had already ascended!

Their names shone brilliantly in the Sect's records, legends looked up to by later generations of Disciples!

However, their endings were surprisingly consistent—

"Where did this wild girl come from, daring to act wildly in my Hehuan Sect? Watch as this Seat... Slap!"

"Eh? Why is the Qi here so strange? Senior Brother Chen? Senior Brother Li? You all... Slap!"

"What sacred entity is this? State your name! This Fairy... Slap!"

"Noisy junior, seeking death... Slap!"

No matter what kind of might, posture, or words they arrived with, what greeted them was always just a small, fair hand that looked completely harmless, and a crisp, loud slap.

Then, there was the spinning of the heavens and the earth, the intense pain of the soul body, being slapped down from the clouds, and landing in a sorry state on the Law Execution Platform, rolling into a ball.

Some with hot tempers tried to resist, unleashing phantoms of Magic Treasures, performing heaven-shaking Divine Abilities, but without exception, all were reduced to ashes under that seemingly casual finger or palm, then exchanged for an even heavier slap, or the Little Girl would chase them down to deliver a few extra kicks.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the center of the originally empty Law Execution Platform was already "littered" with dozens of soul bodies lying in disarray!

The light of these soul bodies flickered, and their appearances ranged from majestic to disheveled, but without exception, they all bore clear slap prints or footprints on their faces or bodies, each one either dizzy, terrified, or consumed by shame and anger, having lost all the majesty they had when they first appeared.

The crowd of the Hehuan Sect, from initial shock and collapse to later numbness, had now completely elevated to an eerie calmness of "admiring a spectacle."

They even began to count silently, guessing which Ancestral Master would be summoned next, and in what posture he (or she) would be slapped down.

"That's the forty-seventh... It's 'Fairy Miaoyin' Su Wanyue, who ascended through the Dao of musical rhythm... Sigh, what a pity, she didn't last a single slap either."

"That's the fifty-third! It's 'Venerable Kurong' Mu Changqing! It is said he has attained the Great Dao of Wither and Glory, and is a significant figure even in the Immortal Realm... Tsk, he landed so miserably, face-first."

"The sixty-first..."

Xiao Nianyin hovered in the air, watching the Ancestral Master soul bodies falling like dumplings below, and the last trace of ripples in her heart subsided.

She watched those ancestors who were legendary for their vast Divine Abilities and boundless magic power, appearing like paper cutouts before that snow-haired Little Girl, with absolutely no power to fight back, and a cold realization flashed through her heart.

These beings summoned were ancestors who had truly ascended to the Immortal Realm.

Their true bodies were still alive in the Immortal Realm, which meant that in the Immortal Realm, they were at least mighty figures of the True Immortal Rank, or perhaps even higher.

Yet, for such existences, their strands of true spirit projection in the Lower Realm actually had no power to fight back against a Little Girl? They couldn't even see the opponent's movements clearly or comprehend the level of her power?

This was no longer just Realm suppression; this was... a difference in dimensions? A chasm in the essence of life?

What exactly was this Little Girl's background? What did the "Qingtian" she spoke of truly mean? And what exactly was the "Root" of the Hehuan Sect?

Xiao Nianyin suddenly felt that the "strength" she had previously recognized, the "Holy Realm," "Ascension," and "Immortal Realm" she had pursued, appeared so pale before this absurd and terrifying scene.

The Little Girl was now too lazy to pay attention to the feelings of the "Disciples and grandchildren" she had slapped down below.

She stood in the middle of a pile of collapsed Ancestral Master soul bodies, yet her small figure seemed to be the center of the entire world.

She clapped her hands, seemingly a bit tired, but her eyes remained sharp.

Chen Yongheng and Li Mubai had long since sensibly crawled to the side, squeezing in with the other Ancestral Master soul bodies, trying hard to lower their presence.

At this moment, the space-time rift fluctuated violently again, and a figure, more solid than all previous soul bodies and with an aura even more obscure and profound, slowly stepped out.

This person was a woman dressed as a middle-aged Taoist nun, wearing a simple and elegant Taoist robe, a lotus crown on her head, her face bearing both compassion and majesty, holding a horsetail whisk, with clear and holy lotus phantoms circling and appearing and disappearing around her.

Her appearance made the entire chaotic Law Execution Platform seem to be purified, and even the air became fresh.

"It... It is 'Dao Ancestor Qinglian'! The second founding Ancestral Master of our Hehuan Sect, the Personal Disciple of the Hehuan Fairy, said to have long attained the Daluo Dao Fruit, with a respected status in the Immortal Realm!"

An extremely aged reclusive Elder trembled with excitement, stating the woman's identity in a quivering voice.

The second generation Ancestral Master of the Hehuan Sect! Her status was second only to the founding Ancestral Master, the Hehuan Fairy! A legendary figure who truly laid the foundation of the Hehuan Sect's orthodoxy and carried it forward!

All members of the Hehuan Sect, even those who had become numb, could not help but perk up at this moment, the last traces of luck and expectation in their hearts reigniting.

Dao Ancestor Qinglian! This was an existence even older and of higher status than Ancestral Master Chen Yongheng! She... should surely be able to...