Xiaobai remembered the first time she met Su Muwan.
She was standing beside the corpse of her mother and that ancient beast, curiously eyeing the tiny creature that was herself.
"Want a spirit fruit?"
Su Muwan held a vermilion fruit between her fingertips.
Back then, her eyes shimmered with a clear, gentle light as she smiled and tossed the fruit over.
Xiaobai swallowed it whole and happily circled around Su Muwan.
At that time, she felt no attachment to Su Muwan—only one thought: survive first.
But as time passed, she grew to trust her, and eventually, she wanted nothing more than to follow Su Muwan forever.
Su Muwan established a tribe in the primordial era, created cultivation techniques, and taught ancient humans how to harness their power.
Later, she even became a deity in the eyes of many, amassing vast amounts of faith energy.
Then...
The ancient deities appeared, attempting to wrest that faith energy from Su Muwan.
But she defeated them, one by one.
As Su Muwan grew stronger, the two great factions of the primordial era emerged...
The Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm.
These were forces composed of transcendent beings like Su Muwan.
Su Muwan joined the Immortal Realm.
A thousand years later, they stood side by side at the Heavenly Court’s Jade Pool.
But...
Su Muwan’s white robes were stained red with blood.
On the ground lay the lifeless body of a mortal girl—one she had plucked from the mortal world out of boredom to serve her.
Xiaobai faintly recalled her name was Lian.
This girl had resisted oppression, only to be crushed by an immortal official’s finger.
Fortunately, Su Muwan preserved her soul, allowing her a chance at reincarnation.
Yet, in the end, the immortal official faced no punishment.
"Xiaobai, tell me... what is the purpose of this Heavenly Court?"
Su Muwan trailed her fingers through the Jade Pool’s water, its surface reflecting the war-torn mortal world below.
"When the immortals sip divine nectar, do they not hear the cries of ants writhing in the mud?"
Xiaobai nuzzled her palm with her horn, unsure how to comfort her.
But that very night, Su Muwan annihilated the immortal official who had killed the mortal girl.
From then on, the other celestial lords pushed Su Muwan to the fringes.
This incident became the spark.
Su Muwan no longer held any hope for the Heavenly Court’s justice.
After killing the immortal official, Xiaobai watched her master stand by the window, gazing at the moon.
After a long silence, she murmured, "The fault lies not with the Heavenly Court... nor with mortals."
"It is this world... that must be shattered and remade."
And then...
Ten thousand years later.
The war between the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm erupted.
Su Muwan first slew the Demon Lord and took his place, secretly fueling the conflict between the two realms.
Later, she killed the Immortal King, igniting an all-out war.
The battle raged for a hundred thousand years.
The laws of the universe shattered.
The remnants of the Immortal and Demon Realms merged, forming the Great Cosmos.
The remaining fragments splintered into countless minor worlds.
Fate, virtue, and faith energy scattered, giving rise to the Myriad Realms.
In the end, Xiaobai could only watch as her master was swallowed by the chaotic void.
"I’m leaving, Xiaobai."
Su Muwan’s voice faded into the storm.
"We’ll meet again... in the new world."
......
......
Memories receded.
"No... don’t go!"
Xiaobai’s eyes snapped open.
An unfamiliar ceiling greeted her.
Did I... faint?
Unbelievable...
Xiaobai sighed inwardly. Ever since her master disappeared, she had never been struck so deeply.
And she had even dreamed of their past together.
The next moment—
"You’re awake?"
A voice Xiaobai knew all too well rang out.
She turned her head to see—
Crunch. Crunch.
Su Muwan sat casually on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, munching on potato chips.
Qin Luo sat beside her, feeding her more.
He studied Xiaobai’s stunned expression with amusement.
No doubt—this was the little cat from the bronze cauldron.
"M-Master?"
Xiaobai’s trembling hand reached out.
Su Muwan raised a brow and smirked. "You’re really Xiaobai?"
Qin Luo had already told her—this cat was the one raised in the bronze cauldron.
Honestly, she thought catgirl transformations only happened in novels.
"I—I am!"
Overjoyed that Su Muwan recognized her, Xiaobai immediately tried to pounce. "Master! I—"
Thud!
Before she could finish, Qin Luo’s arm blocked her path.
He smiled amiably at the eager feline. "Pets should know their place. My lady’s embrace isn’t for just anyone to dive into."
Xiaobai acknowledged Su Muwan, but who was this human male?
"Who are you? What are you doing near my master?"
She bared her teeth.
Slap!
Qin Luo promptly smacked her. "Try baring your teeth again?"
"Eep...!"
Xiaobai clutched her cheek, trembling.
In front of Su Muwan, she didn’t want to appear too aggressive.
No matter how powerful she was, she was nothing before her master!
Dignity as a supreme being? Xiaobai couldn’t care less.
Still... something was off.
Qin Luo eyed the tearful Xiaobai, puzzled.
Why didn’t she remember him?
Earlier, he had used the bronze cauldron to travel back to Su Muwan’s childhood.
He protected her doll from Jiang Xueqi.
But after returning to the present, Jiang Xueqi no longer recalled that he was the one who saved it.
After some thought, Qin Luo finally asked, "Xiaobai, do you remember me?"
Su Muwan’s ears perked up.
She glanced suspiciously between Qin Luo and Xiaobai.
As an avid reader, Su Muwan was well-versed in tales of humans and beastfolk.
Was Qin Luo...?
No, no.
Humans shouldn’t—no, couldn’t—go that far.
Meanwhile, Xiaobai studied Qin Luo carefully before shaking her head.
"This sovereign does not recall you."
To emphasize her point, she added, "This sovereign is at the Chaos Realm’s initial stage. My memory does not fail me."
Well...
Just as he thought.
Qin Luo couldn’t understand why everyone only remembered Su Muwan.
It was as if someone had deliberately erased him from history—like he never existed.
How strange.
Shaking his head, he remarked, "You didn’t even recognize my lady as your master at first."
"W-Well, that’s..."
Xiaobai flustered.
Su Muwan rolled her eyes. "Enough, enough. But you mentioned your realm—Chaos Realm?"
Xiaobai grinned. "Yes! After millions of years of cultivation, Xiaobai is no longer the weakling who needed her master’s protection!"
"Perfect! Then you can help me suppress the other major worlds, right?"
"Uh... theoretically, that’s not possible..."
"Why not?"
"Because in the other major realms, there are also World Divine Beasts like me. They would stop me from doing anything that defies the Heavenly Dao."
"Defy the Heavenly Dao?"
"Yes..."
At this point, Xiaobai's expression turned serious. "The will of the Heavenly Dao is balance."
"Of course..."
Xiaobai chuckled awkwardly. "Mainly because I'm the weakest among the other World Divine Beasts."
"After all, the Eastern Glory Celestial Realm has the worst fortune..."
Su Muwan rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I’ll just surpass them all!"
"Master is wise!"
The next moment—
BOOM!!
An overwhelming pressure erupted from the skies above the Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
Roars pierced through the heavens like thunder.
["Netherfrost Sacred Domain’s Lord!! Su Muwan, come out and face your death!!!"]
["If you cripple your cultivation, break your limbs, and kneel to beg for forgiveness, we might spare your insolence!"]
["Su Muwan! A mere ant who ascended from a backwater realm dares to defy the entire Great Thousand Worlds! How laughable!"]
["Su Muwan! Show yourself!"]
["Su Muwan! Prepare to die!"]
Seriously, did you have to pick this exact moment?
Qin Luo shook his head helplessly and turned to Xiaobai. "If we can’t touch the other realms for now, what about our own world? Surely that’s fair game?"
Xiaobai nodded, his eyes sharpening.
"Naturally."
Now’s my chance to shine in front of Master!
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