In the end, the Heavenly Emperor Divine Mirror was smashed to the ground with a resounding crash, and Su Bai stormed off in anger.
Only the man clad in a black imperial robe with golden patterns remained on the throne. He held his forehead with one hand, his expression dark and gloomy, murmuring softly to himself.
“Again, it’s always like this. You care so much about those insects, yet you’ve never cared about me.”
“Master, Mother, Su Bai, what am I to you? From beginning to end, why have you never spared me a single true glance?”
“Aren’t you greedy for power? Aren’t you lustful? Aren’t you obsessed with desire? Clearly, I can satisfy you. Clearly, in the next era we could stand above all living things. Clearly, we could possess everything. So why won’t you stand by my side?”
Two silent streams of tears slipped down, falling upon the cold, hard steps of the obsidian jade dais.
“Wuwuwu… Mother is always like that, shining down on everyone equally like the sun, but somehow that never included me. All she ever did was beat me, whip me, drain my blood—she never gave me the slightest bit of love.”
A little boy in a white robe burst from the shadows, scooping up the Heavenly Emperor Divine Mirror from the floor. He looked up at the man on the throne, his beautiful large eyes brimming with tears.
“I… I won’t cry anymore. Mother used to say that men shed blood, not tears.”
“We must work hard to cultivate and become strong. Only by being strong will Mother always stay by my side.”
After saying this, the little fellow carefully placed the Heavenly Emperor Divine Mirror back in its original place, then turned and ran back into the shadows. Yet the trail of silent tears he left behind seemed to speak volumes.
Zhou Xuan closed his eyes, then opened them again. The sorrow within had faded, replaced by cold indifference.
“You’re right. Only when my fist is strong can I keep her by my side.”
“That’s the lesson she taught me. I’ve never forgotten it.”
He paused for a moment, then tapped his forefinger on the throne, producing a dull thud. This was a habit he had learned from someone.
“You, how goes your battle with Him?”
“Still at a stalemate?”
“Hmm, I’ll do my best to help you. These Five Domains and Two Heavens are all yours to feast upon.”
“Tsk! What a monstrous child!”
“I used to think that severing the cultivators’ path to immortality and robbing mortals of the freedom to gaze upon the stars was already monstrous enough, but now he’s treating the Five Domains and Two Heavens as sacrifices, trading them for a ticket to the next era.”
“What does he see the Five Domains and Two Heavens as? Fuel for his train to the future?”
“He’s on par with those P-studio gamers—he’s the real Calamity of All Ages, the End of All!”
Upon receiving the news, Bloodbody couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath.
Even knowing it was just a simulation, one couldn’t help but feel a kinship for one’s own kind. Besides, such wickedness would make him the archetypal final boss in any game!
But the bad news was that in this world, there were no heroes, no saviors. And even if there were, with the Heavenly Emperor Spirit Lock Formation sealing the Five Domains and Two Heavens, there would be no time for any savior to grow strong enough.
“Sigh, I’ve lost all hope for that little bastard,” Su Bai sighed softly. “I admit, I went overboard with the rod in his upbringing, but he… sigh…”
“If a child goes wrong, the father is at fault. I really hope some savior emerges to chop me and him both to pieces.”
“The saviors haven’t even left the beginner’s village yet,” Bloodbody replied quietly.
Then he cast his gaze toward the courtyard, where a group of youths sat cross-legged, cultivating spiritual energy. Behind them, various visions and brilliant lights manifested, making them appear imposing and radiant.
“How much longer until you’ve raised your saviors?”
“It’ll still be a while. Though they have innate Dao bodies and top-tier cultivation methods, their progress is lightning-fast, but cultivation resources are a huge problem. Lately, I’ve been thinking about robbing a few resource warehouses.”
“Do it. I’m fighting with all I’ve got to buy you time here.”
Ending the communication, Su Bai rubbed his throbbing temples. His mastery of the Myriad Forms True Lord’s “A Thought Transforms Myriad Forms” had grown increasingly refined, with signs of an imminent breakthrough.
The Myriad Forms True Lord, a master of clones and puppet arts, divided “A Thought Transforms Myriad Forms” into four realms: Hundred Thought Phantom Forms, Spirit Heart Thousand Faces, Myriad Images at Will, and the final realm—Heavenly Demon.
Hundred Thought Phantom Forms: One can transform into various clones, each with basic but blurry personality settings, like nascent shadows with the potential to develop in many directions.
Spirit Heart Thousand Faces: The clones possess spirits like one’s own heart, displaying a variety of distinct faces and personalities, each increasingly vivid and complex.
Myriad Images at Will: One can manifest countless clones, each embodying a specific, sharp personality, conjuring all sorts of doppelgangers with ease—real and fake are impossible to distinguish.
Heavenly Demon: As it is spoken, amidst the rolling red dust, all phenomena of the world can become one’s clones with a single thought—everything in existence is both me and not me.
Back then, the Myriad Forms True Lord had faintly touched the threshold of “Heavenly Demon”, but in what should have been a sure-win Spirit Transformation Tribulation, he suffered a heavy injury and hastily left behind his legacy, dying and passing away.
Su Bai was currently at the Hundred Thought Phantom Forms realm, with vague signs of breaking through to “Spirit Heart Thousand Faces”, but she forcibly suppressed it.
There was a reason—in the Myriad Forms True Lord’s legacy, every breakthrough in “A Thought Transforms Myriad Forms” brought spiritual trials and transformation. As for the details, Su Bai did not know, since she only obtained part of the inheritance.
“By the way, main body, don’t you have a few experience cards left somewhere? One of them’s even a big weapon. I still think it’s a bit too cruel to send a bunch of kids to the battlefield.”
Bloodbody suddenly brought it up.
“That thing’s too dangerous, and with my cultivation currently sealed, I can’t use it anyway.” Su Bai shook her head, but her gaze couldn’t help drifting to that experience card.
[One-Time Experience Card: Chrono-Seed. Extremely Dangerous! Extremely Dangerous! Extremely Dangerous!! Allows a return to an anchored moment in the past, but those who play with time shall ultimately be played by time!!!]
[Time passed in a blur. Bloodbody taught and raised future saviors; Zhou Xuan continued to PUA you, but each time you treated it as utter nonsense!]
[Meanwhile, your body, after repeated ‘training’ by that fiend, had become comparable to a humanoid succubus. Every half month or month at the latest, you needed that fiend to ravage you up and down, left and right.]
[The good news was that this was only your body in the simulation, it didn’t affect reality. After dying once, in the next simulation, you’d still be the lively Qingyang Sect Master.]
[Tonight, once again, it was time to sate your desires.]
Moonlight poured down like water, painting the world in ethereal hues.
Outside the window, the fragrance of peach blossoms drifted in, sweet and intoxicating.
Upon the bed, the Empress was clad in a verdant imperial robe, her complexion rosy as spring’s peach blossoms, her delicate body trembling slightly. Between her brows, a faint hint of passion lingered. The cold tranquility of her eyes was now shrouded in misty confusion.
“Aren’t you coming in?” The Empress’s voice carried a playful coquettishness.
“I’m not coming in.” Outside the door, the man with a wine jug suddenly threw back his head and took a deep swig, his tone filled with grievance. “Fifteen years, and it’s the same every month. It’s always the disciple who takes the initiative—what about you, Master? You never give me any response. Your disciple, I’m really losing interest.”
“In Master’s eyes, your disciple must be nothing more than a tool for amusement, like some boring stick, isn’t it?”
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