The Seven-Winged Sword Princess

The rain seemed about to stop. Martha moved a stool in front of the doorway and sat down, quietly watching the thinning curtain of rain. She vaguely remembered that two years ago, when her daughter had left for Jialesi, it had also been on a rainy day. A neighbor was heading out before dawn to haul goods to the market, so her daughter had packed her bags and left before daybreak. She had wanted to accompany her daughter all the way to Jialesi to register for university. For once, she would have gladly spent a little extra money, but her daughter had adamantly refused, leaving behind only one sentence at the door: "Wait for me to come back." Martha actually knew what her daughter was thinking... If her future classmates found out she had a stooped, rustic-looking mother, it would be far too humiliating and shameful for her. She had worked so hard to escape this remote backwater and go to the big city; any blemish would wound her delicate, sensitive heart... So Martha hadn't insisted. She stayed behind the door, watching her daughter carry her luggage with both hands and climb into the truck. "Wait for me to come back" meant "don't look for me." Yet Martha couldn't hold back in the end. After half a year had passed, she timidly asked her daughter if she could visit her in Jialesi. Even though Sonia made it clear that she couldn't tour the campus, Martha was still completely content. She withdrew all three silver coins of savings from home. Her daughter hadn't taken a single cent from the family when going to Jialesi, relying entirely on financial aid, but Martha had nowhere to spend that money anyway, so it was better to let her daughter buy things she liked. Outside, a lazy meow suddenly sounded, and then a chubby gray cat slunk along the wall into the house. Only then did Martha realize she had gotten busy and forgotten; she hurriedly prepared some cat food for it. This was a neighborhood stray, and Martha wasn't the only one feeding it, but it always showed up punctually every morning. It seemed to particularly dislike Linda. If her daughter came anywhere near the door, it would immediately dash away, only returning to eat after her daughter went back inside. Martha noticed that its fur had a wet sheen, probably because it hadn't shaken off the rain properly. She fetched a dry towel to wipe its body down. The gray cat didn't mind at all, letting itself be rubbed back and forth as it buried its head in the food bowl, gobbling away greedily. It suddenly twitched its nose and stared suspiciously at the dry towel in Martha's hands. This was the towel that had been used to wipe Linda. Smiling, Martha patted its little head and said, "She went out." Only then did the gray cat relax and continue eating. As Martha stroked the gray cat, she thought to herself that both times had been just like this. Her daughter hadn't prepared for anything, yet the moment she stepped out the door, it was into wind and rain. And just like last time, she had only left behind the words, "Wait for me to come back." Even her expression had been identical—so confident, so decisive, her eyes gleaming with yearning, brimming with spirited drive. "Wait for me to come back" meant "I will definitely give you a good life." Because you really are an embarrassing mother I can't show off, I must make you the happiest mother of all. After wiping the cat clean, Martha took out her spectacles from her bosom, opened the basic education courses on her miracle bracelet, and, like an innocent young child, began curiously and earnestly studying the knowledge within. ...... Within the shimmering rain of stars, the two Law Angels were filled with inexplicable delight. They had thought they were about to become presumptuous sacrifices on Yaxiu Heath's path to power, returning to Heaven laden with disgrace and resentment. Never had they expected Yaxiu to self-destruct and plummet at the critical moment. Now, they were about to return to Heaven bathed in glory—and returning with them would be the Deputy Sovereign of Heaven who ruled over the world. Though they did not know the exact details, they vaguely guessed it was related to the Six-Wing Trial. The Law Angels had assumed that only Yaxiu's girls were undergoing the trial; they never expected him to be trapped in it as well, and with such grueling difficulty. If he failed, Yaxiu's fate would be to become the private plaything of the Star Supreme, imprisoned for the rest of his days upon the Deputy Sovereign's throne, finding cold comfort only in holding an authority second to one and above all living beings. No one could stop their victory now. The "Realm of the Bitter Sea" sealed off the interior from the outside; no one could break in. Even if the four God-Leaders descended into the mortal realm, they could only hover outside pacing back and forth, biting their handkerchiefs in frustration. Theoretically, this was true. Yet the millennium-honed battle instincts of Sword Law and Star Law were shrieking frantic warnings. The source of danger was none other than the plummeting Yaxiu... It was as if a vicious beast lurked within his blood-soaked shell, its malicious gaze peering through the cracks in Yaxiu's body, glaring intently at this group of angels who dared lay their hands on its possession! The grand clamor of slaughter quietly echoed throughout the rain. A blood-red setting sun forcibly overpowered the brilliant sea of stars, casting its glow over the mortal realm. Beneath them were no longer the mountain ridges and forests submerged beneath the rain of swords, but a vast, desolate battlefield strewn with corpses. World Secret Realm: Ancient Battlefield! A world secret realm from the outside could never have breached the "Realm of the Bitter Sea" and forced its way in, but the Ancient Battlefield had been unleashed from inside Yaxiu. Could he have been hiding this world secret realm all along? The Law Angels immediately dismissed such a foolish conjecture. Yaxiu's combat talent was evident to all; he was definitely not the type to hoard trump cards and refuse to use them. Employing every resource rationally was in keeping with his character. Therefore, there was only one possibility... This Ancient Battlefield was not his. Rather, he could borrow it from someone else—or rather, someone else could unleash it upon him! Eternal Wonder: "Duel." Before the falling Yaxiu, a red-haired girl suddenly appeared. As the master of the Ancient Battlefield, even while outside, Sonia could activate the eternal wonder and step directly across the "Realm of Suffering" into this battlefield! She stood face-to-face with Yaxiu, her right hand resting on her sword hilt like a swordswoman preparing for a duel to the death with him. But looking at Yaxiu covered in wounds, the emotions in her ruby eyes were extraordinarily complex: there was remorse, there was heartache, there was deep love, and there was also an indescribable trace of relief. When she drew her sword, monstrous rancor inundated the entire curtain of rain. The virtual wings on her back unfurled uninhibitedly: paired silver, paired gold, paired prismatic, paired sword-colored, paired hell wings, a golden-yellow secret wing coalesced from the Ancient Battlefield, and Yaxiu's supreme tail feather! Just as Yaxiu could borrow her virtual wings, she could also borrow Yaxiu's virtual wings. Even though Yaxiu had been battered and bruised because of her, he still gave everything to her unconditionally... even his own life. The Seven-Winged Sword Princess had descended. At this moment, even the two six-winged secret realm angels paled in comparison before her. Yet Sword Law and Star Law did not panic much. Having clashed with the Lord of the Endless Abyss multiple times, they naturally knew the inner workings of the Ancient Battlefield; they knew it required brewing fighting intent to sustain its cycle. How could an Ancient Battlefield that had just been released possess fighting intent? As long as they carefully controlled the intensity of the battle, they could still drag Sonia down and exhaust her to death— Eternal Wonder: "Boiling Beast Blood"! Behind Sonia appeared an Extinction Resentful Blazing Dragon wreathed in purple flames. Her red hair flew wild, tranquility and malice achieving a unity of opposites within her—she was both a peerless enchantress and an unrivaled fiend. Holding the blood-drenched Yaxiu with her left arm, she drew her sword with her right and slashed out a savage beam of blood-colored light, blotting out the sky and sweeping away the rain of stars!