【The Phantom Bloom】
This was the soul of the Phantom Forest, yet now it had become the incarnation of Mu He's young lover.
It took root deep beneath Illusory Star City.
Its roots stretched like colossal veins, densely sprawling beneath the entire city.
The petals of this flower were enormous, each one shimmering with a dreamlike fluorescence, their colors shifting endlessly—from deep blue to pale violet, then to emerald green—as if blending every fantastical hue in existence.
The stamen resembled a massive vortex, ceaselessly spinning and emitting eerie waves of spiritual energy.
And when the Phantom Bloom fused with its chosen one—Mu He—its power would be fully unleashed.
Zixuan hovered in mid-air, gazing down at Illusory Star City.
What she saw was this:
Monsters burst forth from the ground, their twisted bodies covered in jagged spikes dripping with foul-smelling slime.
Their rough, scaly skin was as hard as armor.
Their eyes burned crimson like flames, radiating bloodlust, and their gaping maws were lined with dagger-sized fangs capable of shredding steel with a single bite.
But that wasn’t all—the entire city was undergoing a monstrous transformation.
Cars twisted and deformed, their wheels turning into massive claws, their bodies elongating and sprouting countless tentacles covered in suction cups oozing vile fluids.
Buildings were no longer recognizable—walls grew enormous eyes, windows morphed into snarling mouths spewing black smoke.
Street lamps toppled over, transforming into giant serpents with gleaming scales, their forked tongues flickering as they hissed.
Illusory Star City had become a gargantuan nest of monsters.
Zixuan observed all this calmly.
The era of spiritual resurgence had given birth to countless ancient ruins and sects.
Yet Illusory Star City was an exception.
Long before its birth, it had been absorbed as nourishment by the Phantom Forest.
In the Profound Heaven Realm of old, this city would have been a demonic stronghold—one that would unite both righteous and demonic factions to eradicate it.
This was not something two people alone could handle.
But before that...
Zixuan frowned slightly as she looked at the golden thread resting peacefully in her palm.
Strange.
Mu He’s thread of fate had already reverted to its original state.
So why hadn’t the system marked her mission as complete?
Why?
Lost in thought, she traced Su Muwan and Qin Luo with her gaze—only to furrow her brows again.
Huh?
In her vision, only Su Muwan stood alone.
An aura of terrifying cold erupted from her, freezing the air into visible ice crystals that swirled violently around her.
Zixuan was puzzled—where had her companion gone?
And why was she charging in alone—
Bzzzt!!
Suddenly, Zixuan’s expression twisted in alarm.
Mu He’s thread of fate was trembling violently.
How?! Was fate changing again?!
She immediately turned her attention back to Su Muwan.
What she saw next left her stunned.
Facing the tidal wave of monsters, Su Muwan merely raised a delicate hand and whispered, "Perish."
Boom!
A colossal wave of ice surged forth like an enraged white dragon, crashing into the horde with overwhelming force.
Wherever the ice passed, temperatures plummeted, freezing the air solid.
The monsters shrieked in terror, their cries sharp and desperate, but none could withstand this devastating power.
The larger ones had their armored shells instantly shattered by the frost, cracking apart before being swallowed by the icy torrent, left as towering frozen statues.
The smaller, swifter creatures didn’t even have time to react—they were flash-frozen mid-air, like figures trapped in a paused scene.
[Wha... What?!]
Qing'er’s voice trembled with panic.
She clearly hadn’t expected her monstrous army to be defeated so effortlessly.
No way!
How was this happening so fast?!
Zixuan stared at Su Muwan, her face pale with shock.
In her palm, Mu He’s thread of fate had once again become tangled beyond recognition.
All of this...
Just because Su Muwan made a move?
Why hadn’t the protection of the Heavenly Dao manifested now?
There was no time to dwell on it.
Zixuan swiftly raised both hands, her fingers dancing through the air as if weaving an invisible net.
The golden threads in her palm flared brilliantly, twisting and intertwining like living tendrils.
In moments, under her control, the threads transformed into beams of golden light, shooting straight toward the Phantom Bloom.
Meanwhile, the ice wave showed no signs of stopping—it continued its relentless charge toward the flower, intent on shattering Qing'er’s incarnation.
The Phantom Bloom sensed unprecedented danger. From its stamen, Qing'er’s panicked voice rang out:
[No! Stay away!]
The entire flower trembled violently, its petals flailing wildly in a futile attempt to repel the ice.
But Su Muwan gave it no quarter.
Riding the crest of the ice wave, she shot forward like a white bolt of lightning, closing in on the Phantom Bloom in an instant.
At the last moment, she leaped high, conjuring an icy spear above her head with a flick of her wrist.
Her gaze was frigid as she stared at the flower and uttered a single word:
"Annoying."
With that, she hurled the spear downward with all her might.
BOOM!
The impact was cataclysmic—the spear exploded against the Phantom Bloom, blasting its petals into countless shards that scattered like a storm of glass.
The flower let out a piercing wail, its stem writhing grotesquely as the entire structure swayed precariously.
Yet...
Contrary to expectations, the Phantom Bloom did not collapse.
[Qing... Qing'er...]
[Little... Little He...]
???
Su Muwan narrowed her eyes, a flicker of exasperation crossing her face.
Seriously? Another power-up?
Just as the thought crossed her mind—
[We... will be together FOREVER!!]
KRAKOOOM!
A deafening roar erupted from within the Phantom Bloom.
Before Su Muwan’s eyes, the flower’s colors darkened—turning pitch black in an instant.
The ground cracked.
Monsters collapsed.
Buildings crumbled.
Every ounce of energy in the vicinity was being devoured by the Phantom Bloom.
Within moments...
[We... we did it, Qing'er... We actually succeeded!]
Mu He’s voice was filled with exhilaration.
[Little He... Now we’ll never be apart.]
On the other side...
"Phew..."
Zixuan exhaled in relief as she confirmed that the threads of fate had been successfully rewritten.
Her eyes lingered warily on Su Muwan, still floating mid-air.
That was too close.
Then she turned her gaze to the blackened Phantom Bloom.
The [Flower of Ruin]—an entity capable of consuming all—had been born, just as the altered fate had decreed.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
