If we were to categorize an object into stages—infancy, maturity, and perfect form—then the previous Spirit Illusion Flower was merely in its maturity stage.
But now, the Black Malevolent Flower is the true perfect form that Mu He desired!
Using his own body as the vessel, he fused Qing'er's soul and the power of the forest with himself!
Only this way could Qing'er truly be revived!
Crack, crack!
The Malevolent Flower was pitch black, its ink-like hue so dense it seemed to devour all surrounding light.
Its petals were no longer soft and delicate but twisted and sharp instead.
The surface of the petals was covered in eerie patterns, resembling writhing black veins that pulsed and contorted endlessly.
The stem was thick and gnarled, studded with sharp thorns, each as thick as an arm and several meters long.
As the Malevolent Flower continued to grow, black mist rapidly spread, shrouding everything in darkness and draining all life in its wake.
Suddenly, the flower shuddered violently, the vortex at its core spinning faster and releasing an ear-splitting roar.
Then—WHOOSH!
Black beams shot out from the flower's core like blades, streaking in all directions.
Wherever they struck, buildings were instantly obliterated, and the ground split open into massive fissures.
Yet not a single one of these attacks so much as grazed Su Muwan.
Her eye twitched as she watched the scene unfold before her.
She couldn’t help but take a deep, steadying breath.
Enough.
I said, enough is enough.
I suppressed my combat power, and you ran—I endured it.
You fused into some monstrous flower—I endured that too.
I nearly wiped you out, yet you still clung to life—and still, I endured.
But!!
"But how the hell can you still enter a second phase in this state?!"
Su Muwan gritted her teeth.
Glaring at the Malevolent Flower, she muttered through clenched teeth, "Could my damn constitution be any more ridiculous?"
Her fists clenched. Hard.
Qin Luo had told her to attack with the intent to kill Mu He.
So she did.
But the result?
It seemed no different from the previous timeline—he always found a way to grow stronger.
No… maybe not.
Su Muwan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Qin Luo had once said…
The current situation was…
Her eyes snapped open—SWISH!
Her hair turned crystalline.
[Absolute Zero Mode]—Activate!
"Damn T0, you want to power up, huh?"
"Let’s see just how many times you can pull that off alone!"
She raised her palm toward the shrieking black flower.
BOOM!!
A blizzard of ice and wind blasted toward the Malevolent Flower.
This young lady… was truly pissed off now.
Meanwhile.
Tch!
Damn it!
Zixuan’s eyes narrowed. There was no time to wonder why Su Muwan was alone here.
The priority was to keep manipulating Mu He’s fate threads before they unraveled completely!
This was now a battle of wits between her and this monstrosity!
Zixuan was a master of fate.
She had to flawlessly counter every attack thrown her way!
And from the very beginning, she had noticed something.
The reason Mu He’s fate threads were so fragile was that his luck had drastically diminished.
If she could just hold on until his fate stabilized…
Then the fortune befitting a Chosen One would return to him!
With that in mind, Zixuan took a deep breath.
[Fate Control]
WHOOSH!
Mu He’s fate threads—and Qing'er’s—were now entirely in Zixuan’s grasp.
From here on, she would manipulate their destinies with absolute precision!
But just as she thought that—
SWISH!
A surge of black mist coalesced behind her, and Qin Luo’s figure materialized atop the building where Zixuan stood.
Zixuan: !?
Her pupils constricted sharply.
She barely dared to glance at Qin Luo, who had appeared out of nowhere behind her.
How?
Was I detected?
No, impossible. I’m currently in the Fate Space.
Nothing can reach me here!
Right.
He must just be securing a vantage point.
Zixuan, don’t overthink it. Focus on handling this monster first!
Steeling herself, she ignored Qin Luo and concentrated on weaving the fate threads.
But the moment she adjusted them slightly—
BOOM!!!
A devastating slash, brimming with violent spiritual energy, tore through the void behind her without warning.
Even though Zixuan was in the Fate Space—seemingly isolated from reality—the sheer pressure of the attack felt tangible, bearing down on her like a physical force.
Her body stiffened, every hair on her body standing on end as she watched the slash pierce through the illusion of her space and crash into the real world’s corner. The wall shattered instantly, debris flying everywhere.
!!!
Wha—what just happened?!
Zixuan’s pupils trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as cold sweat drenched her back. Her hands shook uncontrollably.
A fear she hadn’t felt in centuries surged through her heart.
She hadn’t misseen or misjudged it.
That slash… had been aimed directly at her.
If not for the protection of the Fate Space, she would have been annihilated on the spot!
But…
But how?!
Was she really discovered?
That shouldn’t be possible!
The Fate Space existed beyond the normal dimensions—a realm governed by its own rules, impervious to detection or interference.
"No… there’s no way he found me…"
Zixuan inhaled deeply, trying to steady her pounding heart, but her rapid breathing betrayed her panic.
Her hands trembled faintly, her forehead beaded with sweat as her mind raced for an explanation.
And just as she stood there, stunned and bewildered—
Tap. Tap.
Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed from the edges of the Fate Space, each one resonating like a hammer against her chest.
Zixuan’s body froze. Her neck turned stiffly, as if weighed down by ice.
There, standing before her, was the seemingly ordinary follower of Su Muwan.
He walked toward her with measured steps, exuding an oppressive aura that made the very air feel thin.
Qin Luo stopped less than ten centimeters away from her. Despite the barrier of the Fate Space, his presence felt unnervingly close.
His gaze lingered on the wreckage left by the slash—the shattered remnants of the wall—before he muttered, "Strange… My aim was true."
The moment those words left his mouth, Zixuan’s danger senses skyrocketed to their limit.
Every muscle in her body tensed, every cell screaming at her to flee.
Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at Qin Luo, her heart threatening to burst from her chest.
And then—
Zixuan witnessed the most spine-chilling sight of her centuries-long existence.
For before her eyes…
After murmuring to himself, Qin Luo slowly turned his head in her direction.
His movement was unhurried, almost casual, yet it froze Zixuan's blood in her veins.
That gaze, brimming with amusement, felt like a sharp blade cutting straight through her.
"You're standing right here," he said.
"Aren't you?"
The corners of Qin Luo's lips curled slightly—a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile. His voice was soft, yet every word pierced Zixuan’s ears with unsettling clarity.
It tore through the layers of fate’s defenses, stripping her bare as if all her disguises had been ripped away.
Her very soul lay dissected before him, exposed without a shred of secrecy left.
A thunderous realization struck.
Zixuan stood rooted to the spot, stunned.
I’ve… been discovered?
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
