Chapter 1050: Destroying Heaven and Earth

A soft gasp came from within the curtains, followed by a fair arm drawing back the light gauze, revealing Yu Yanluo's stunning beauty. Having just woken up, she was clad only in intimate wear. Although she pulled the quilt up to cover herself, her translucent, jade-like shoulders and the skin of her slender neck were still faintly visible.

Zu'an stood a few feet away, quietly observing her, hoping to see some panic or discomposure on her face. He was disappointed; her expression showed only confusion and bewilderment, not the slightest hint of fear.

"Please wait, I need to change," Yu Yanluo said, nodding slightly at him before letting the curtain fall. Watching her graceful figure faintly move behind the curtain, he thought it was remarkable how captivating she was, even while simply dressing. She was truly worthy of being called the world's most beautiful woman, long admired by Pei You.

Zu'an mused to himself, *They are clearly husband and wife, yet she needs to avoid him while dressing. How interesting.*

After a moment, the curtain was drawn open again. Yu Yanluo stepped down from the bed, dressed but not yet wearing socks. Under the faint moonlight from outside the window, her feet seemed to glow translucently, exquisitely shaped and perfect. With delicate steps, she walked to the table and lit a candle. The flickering light illuminated her flawless face, her body wrapped in white fox fur, appearing both luxurious and delicate.

Seeing her actions, Zu'an frowned but did not stop her.

At that moment, Xingnu's voice came from outside: "Madam, what's wrong?" Clearly, Xingnu had noticed the light and found it unusual.

Zu'an watched Yu Yanluo quietly, secretly gathering his strength, ready to react at any moment. To his surprise, Yu Yanluo did not call anyone in. Instead, she said softly, "It's nothing, you may withdraw for now. Do not approach without my command."

"Yes!" Xingnu bowed, and her receding footsteps indicated she was moving away.

"My dear wife, long time no see. Did you miss me?" Zu'an said, making a gesture as if to embrace her, observing her reaction and using it to test the true nature of their marital relationship.

Yu Yanluo turned, her skirt flaring, and dodged his unwanted advances. She then frowned, looking at him: "Who exactly are you?"

Zu'an was startled, but confident his disguise was flawless, he assumed she was trying to trick him. He said in a deep voice, "What? It hasn't been that long, and you can't even recognize your own husband?"

"You are not Jian Yan'an," Yu Yanluo said, looking at him with a cold, clear gaze, which also held a hidden wariness. Feeling the decisive tone in her voice, Zu'an understood she wasn't bluffing; she was genuinely certain he was an impostor.

Suppressing the doubt in his heart, he continued to probe, "What, because you conspired with Jian Taiding and personally participated in my death, you're so sure I couldn't possibly be alive?"

Yu Yanluo's expression turned cold. "What kind of demon are you? Why can you impersonate Jian Yan'an so perfectly?"

Zu'an snorted, "Are you trying to change the subject? Do you know how miserable my life has been? Heaven has given me a chance to live again, and naturally, I will seek revenge on all my former enemies, one by one." As he spoke, he took a step closer to her.

He had always harbored a doubt: back then, she was the world's most beautiful woman, yet she had no cultivation whatsoever. That in itself wasn't too strange, but the crucial point was that she hadn't been taken as a kept woman by anyone powerful. This was very strange; he refused to believe that powerful figures were truly that virtuous, or that they were all saints who abstained from women. With Yu Yanluo's beauty, even highly cultivated Buddhist monks who had practiced for years would be tempted to abandon their vows upon seeing her.

After coming to Yunzhong Commandery this time, this doubt grew even stronger. Everyone here had high cultivation, and each was driven by greed and desire. In such a situation, surrounded by wolves, how could she possibly protect herself? The ambush outside Brightmoon City back then—at the time, his cultivation was low, so he didn't think much of it, but now it seemed far too abnormal. Back then, she only had a group of level three or four guards. Such a team might be adequate for protecting an ordinary official's daughter, but she was the capital's most beautiful woman, and far from the Yu family's territory in Yunzhong. Could other factions possibly resist?

Remembering the serene, unburdened composure she always displayed, Zu'an became even more certain that this woman definitely harbored a secret! This was a good opportunity to test her.

As Zu'an approached, Yu Yanluo's expression indeed changed. She had walked to a nearby desk when she lit the lamp. Now, she directly picked up a painting spread out on the desk and threw it at him.

Zu'an was dumbfounded. *Throw a painting at me?* For a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry; it felt like a couple arguing, with the girlfriend throwing things. However, he quickly stopped smiling, because the scenery before his eyes suddenly changed; he was no longer in Yu Yanluo's boudoir. Instead, he was in a misty mountain wilderness, where the fog was so thick he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.

"An illusion?" Zu'an frowned and immediately summoned the Hundred Phoenix to counterattack. Unfortunately, the Hundred Phoenix shrieked past, but there was no reaction from the surroundings. As the Hundred Phoenix flew by, the mist did disperse slightly, but quickly gathered again.

"Who exactly are you?" At that moment, a voice rang out from the sky, as pleasant and moving as ever, but now it held an inexplicable majesty, as if she were a god from the heavens.

Zu'an frowned. With a tap of his toes, he leaped upwards, charging towards the source of the voice. He hadn't reached the Grandmaster level yet, so he couldn't fly freely in the air, but flying for a short while was not a problem. Unfortunately, he soared upwards for a distance but found nothing; the sky seemed infinitely high. Between heaven and earth, a hazy green mist permeated everywhere. With his current eyesight, he could barely see more than ten feet around him.

He landed back on the ground, then used his jade cong to summon nearby creatures, attempting to survey the surrounding terrain. To his surprise, within a radius of several miles, there wasn't a single living creature. Either this was a dead zone, or the creatures here were very high-level and beyond the control of the jade cong.

Soon, Zu'an knew the answer. An alarm instantly sounded in his heart, and he dodged to the side just as a sharp spear stabbed into the spot where he had been standing. *But isn't this spear a bit too long?* It felt more like a long bamboo pole, extending deep into the mist, with no idea how long it truly was. Immediately afterwards, a gigantic monster slowly emerged from the dense fog, and Zu'an finally got a clear look at it.

It had a long, slender body with over a dozen legs, each like a long bamboo pole; the spear from earlier was one of them. Overall, it somewhat resembled a stick insect he had seen in his previous life, but its size was thousands, even tens of thousands, of times larger. It thrashed its long legs menacingly, continuously lunging at Zu'an. Despite its size, its movements were not slow at all; on the contrary, they were extremely agile. Those long, pole-like legs were even more dangerous than flying spears.

Rank Eight!

Zu'an continuously dodged using Sunflower Phantasm, then, while the monster was disoriented, he finally found an opening and punched its leg. With a crisp snap, its leg broke. With one leg broken, its entire body swayed unsteadily, clearly losing its balance. Zu'an moved like lightning, instantly breaking all of its other legs. Finally, the monster could no longer support itself and crashed to the ground with a thud.

Zu'an was about to leave when his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly turned back. He saw the monster swaying, its broken legs growing back at a visible speed.

Zu'an was bewildered. *A regenerative monster?* Its regenerative ability was more exaggerated than his own, despite him cultivating the Primordial Chaos Scripture. At least if his own limbs were severed, it would be impossible for them to grow back in such a short time.

At that moment, Yu Yanluo's voice rang out again: "You cannot kill it."

Zu'an couldn't help but retort, "This isn't your true form, is it?"

Yu Yanluo was speechless.

Rage points from Yu Yanluo +22, +22, +22...

Clearly, associating her with such an ugly creature made her somewhat angry.

At that moment, flames ignited in Zu'an's hand. Before the monster had fully recovered, he tore it into pieces, and the fierce flames immediately burned it to ashes. *No matter how powerful limb regeneration is, if it's already turned to a pile of ashes, how can it regenerate?*

"Oh?" Yu Yanluo's surprised voice came from the sky, clearly sensing the unique nature of his flames. "Your flames are naturally a bane to these demonic creatures. Very well then."

As soon as her voice fell, a clear breeze blew past, and the mist gradually dispersed. Zu'an suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet give way, and he plummeted downwards. A rush of salty, fishy water came at him from all directions. *This is the ocean!*

With a twist of his body, Zu'an flew directly into the air. He saw that the previous land had vanished, replaced by an endless sea.

"Changing heaven and earth?" Zu'an was startled. What cultivation level did this woman have, and how could she possess such abilities?

At this moment, inside Yu Yanluo's boudoir, she stood before her desk. A scroll painting was spread out on it, and she held a brush in her hand, adding a few strokes.

Zu'an immediately noticed that the once gentle wind had become fierce, and the sea below began to churn, violently splashing waves.

"I'll ask you one more time: who exactly are you, and why can you impersonate Jian Yan'an? If you don't speak, I will truly stop holding back." Yu Yanluo's voice once again echoed in the air. At the same time, her face faintly appeared across the entire sky, like a benevolent goddess manifesting.

Zu'an frowned slightly. *What exactly was going on? Had he entered her domain? But no matter how powerful Yu Yanluo was, it shouldn't be this exaggerated. How could she possibly have such a miraculous domain?*

He laughed heartily. "What's all this about an impostor? I'm your genuine, bona fide husband!" He wanted to intentionally provoke her, to see if she would reveal any flaws while angry.

Yu Yanluo snorted.

Rage points from Yu Yanluo +233, +233, +233...

The surrounding gale intensified instantly, so much so that he was somewhat unstable in the air. Just then, he saw a white line approaching from afar.

"What is this now?" Zu'an became vigilant.

The white line was very fast, almost arriving in an instant. Zu'an's expression finally changed, for he had already seen clearly: it wasn't just a white line, but a several-hundred-meter-high tsunami rushing towards him! The closest he had ever been to a tsunami was watching *Interstellar* in a movie theater, and he was already deeply shocked then. In real life, the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami was only 30 meters high, yet it caused 300,000 casualties and left over two million people homeless. Now, this several-hundred-meter-high tsunami before him was arriving with world-destroying power, and human instinct made every hair on his body unconsciously stand on end.

"Last chance. Who exactly are you?" Yu Yanluo's ethereal voice echoed through the air once more.