From that moment, the world of the Ascenders opened its doors to her.

Tang Ling was still a princess.

But no longer the princess of the Tang Family.

Instead, she was the princess of the Order World.

She enjoyed the resources of the entire Order World but lost all affection.

Of course, what also came with it were the endless pain and torture as a test subject.

It was at that time she learned where her brothers and sisters in the family went.

Everyone had become test subjects like her.

Those who survived were sent to the Heavenly Destiny Pavilion.

The ones who didn't make it became bodies in a grave.

This is also why she disliked the Order World.

Tang Ling recalled the past, a hint of blood unconsciously slipping from her lips. She silently gathered her frost-white hair that was messy in the wind, carrying the Extreme Thunder Great Sword as she walked on the scorching stone steps.

The wind blew her gray wool coat, making a flapping sound.

From time to time, terrifying roars echoed in the air as the Pseudo Ancestors flying with swords cleared obstacles for her.

On the endless stone steps, someone blocked her path at some point.

A thick, nauseating blood mist spread, obscuring his appearance.

"Tang Zijing."

Tang Ling paused slightly, the Extreme Thunder Great Sword behind her trembling as it levitated, faint lightning bursting forth.

Sword Control Technique.

At this moment, she was already a Fifth Order Sword Soul.

The cost, however, was that when she looked back at the blood mist, her eyes held no emotion, only a cold murderous intent as if the bonds of blood no longer existed, along with her obsessions and familial love, all obliterated in the past, leaving only an unforgettable hatred.

The Sword Sect Path's cost was like this, their cultivation rituals were relatively simpler.

Yet more idealistic.

The Fifth Order Sword Soul's ritual, only had a simple phrase.

Let go of obsessions.

In the blood mist, it seemed no longer a person, but some terrifying monster.

He raised a pair of crimson eyes, breathing like a beast, and drew the iron sword from his back.

It was a sword seemingly forged from dragon bone, rough and savage.

For Tang Ling, letting go of obsessions was no longer so difficult.

Indeed, Tang Zijing was her great-grandfather, once the person who loved her the most in the world.

Yet it was also this person who personally sold her to the Order World.

Making her a test subject, enduring so much pain, and facing trials of life and death.

In the end, this person stood in her way.

Moreover, he became a traitor to humanity, committing so many atrocities.

Whether public or private, she should wield her sword.

How disappointed she was the first time she saw the man in the blood mist.

Now the murderous intent in her heart was just as fierce.

"Actually, I once thought the last person standing in my way would be you, but I never thought it really would be in the end." Tang Ling closed her eyes, recalling every bit of the past fourteen years.

Back when she was cultivating in the Sword Tomb, she still harbored naive thoughts, always fantasizing that her great-grandfather would return to pick her up, and didn't practice her sword seriously.

Until one day, a mentor coldly said, your great-grandfather will never come back, he betrayed humanity.

She refused to accept it, picked up her wooden sword to go down the mountain, but was mercilessly knocked down by her senior brothers and sisters.

She was certainly not someone who would admit defeat; knocked down, she got back up, swung her wooden sword and went up again.

Again and again, year after year.

On this path, she always walked alone, until recently when she found a companion.

A true friend.

But she still deceived that friend.

When she ventured into the Sea of Eternal Life, she had already given up hope.

The reason she said so was simply to prevent him from risking himself for her.

After the Kui Dragon Ancestor's death, the Divine Servants it created would naturally die too.

But she couldn't wait any longer.

Tang Ling fumbled out a bottle of blood from her pocket; she didn't know whose blood it was. The Pseudo Ancestors of the Heavenly Destiny Pavilion insisted she drink it, saying it could balance the two forces within her.

To avoid conflict arising again.

She didn't believe in such effects, but figured those people wouldn't need to deceive her.

She tilted her head, drinking the blood in one gulp.

"This world has always been so cruel, never leaving a way out for the weak. Opportunities lie ahead; if you don't devour others, they will devour you. Your cousin was sent by me, your cousin too, and before you, there were your brothers and sisters — all the same."

In the enveloping blood mist, Tang Zijing hoarsely said, "The Tang Family just happens to produce valuable people like you, and I must step over you... to move forward. I just never expected you to be so outstanding."

His response was the sudden thundering of the sword's edge.

"Yes, you should regret it, I survived."

Tang Ling coldly said.

She was surprised to find that after drinking that bottle of blood, the conflict between the two forces within her truly eased, no longer so violently chaotic but reaching a subtle balance.

Although her physical problems weren't solved, it allowed her to fight without worry.

She took a deep breath, her eyes glinting a magnificent gold, the Extreme Thunder Great Sword burst forth a blazing golden thunderlight for the first time, suddenly slicing through the overwhelming wind and snow, slashing towards the man in the blood mist!

Almost simultaneously, the Pseudo Ancestors on flying swords roared in, slashing down with sharp sword lights!