The third inheritance emitted a dazzling emerald light, colliding with the other two that glowed purple-black and platinum.
Then, they rapidly fused together.
“It actually fused,” the Divine Shaman couldn’t hide her shock. “This is power of the same origin… But, same origin? There’s no historical record stating that these three share the same origin.”
In all the legends, each royal family ruled their own empire, and the Forest Rangers were simply refugees fleeing from the two empires.
The war between Nayi and Lingguang had continued from ancient times until today—so ancient that it exceeded the preservation period of any historical records.
They only knew to fight, to be hostile toward each other, but never knew why.
“But now it seems that Nayi, Lingguang, and the Forest Rangers all share the same origin, which means… all the history we’ve heard is a joke?”
According to historical legend, the Forest Rangers were civilians and deserters who left Nayi and Lingguang to escape the war.
They longed for peace and settled down in the Shamanic Forest.
It was then that the power of the Divine Shaman was created.
But looking again now…
Nonsense!
Those refugees couldn’t possibly have created the Divine Shaman’s power; that power originally belonged to the former forest guardians of this very forest.
They, like Nayi and Lingguang, possessed their own bloodline legacy.
Moreover, this bloodline legacy was a power of the same origin.
Same origin—meaning it came from the same organization, or the same Creator, perhaps even a shared bloodline.
Then why did the Creator choose to divide this power into three, allowing the war to last eternally?
Why?
Inside the inheritance, as the fusion between the Forest Rangers began, Wu Xiaomi’s lower abdomen started to glow with emerald light.
It flickered rhythmically.
At the same time, the glowing patterns on Bai Xiaozhi and the Witch’s abdomens also flickered in unison.
The rhythms of the three were perfectly synchronized.
The patterns rapidly grew, like fine threads sticking onto their skin.
Where the threads touched Wu Xiaomi’s skin, they connected, using Wu Xiaomi’s body as the central conduit.
As the connections completed, the light suddenly brightened!
Wooo!!!
Wu Xiaomi’s eyes shot wide open.
It felt as if something was piercing her body simultaneously from front and back.
It was Lingyuan.
She quickly lost herself in the fierce tidal wave of Lingyuan, forgetting everything.
At the same time, vines spread along the path of the threads.
The agile vines twisted the three women completely together.
They could no longer be separated.
The tidal wave of Lingyuan quickened.
Golden and purple electric arcs even flickered across their skin.
The currents used Wu Xiaomi’s body as a dividing line, sometimes surging forward, sometimes retreating—like two armies battling over the battlefield of Wu Xiaomi.
Iron hooves relentlessly trampled every cell in Wu Xiaomi’s body.
Victory and defeat were mixed.
The battle raged endlessly.
Only Wu Xiaomi, as the battlefield itself, suffered.
She felt the Lingyuan pressing too much in the front, her skin stretched tight; then too much in the back, again stretched tight.
Both forces maintained the same frequency and rhythm, not giving Wu Xiaomi a moment’s rest.
The girl groaned repeatedly, but unable to make loud sounds, all were faint whimpers and breaths.
“Help… no… can’t… bear it… no… don’t pour more Lingyuan! Too much!”
“Zzzzz—”
The electric current grew stronger.
Using Wu Xiaomi’s body as the neutral carrier, the power of Nayi and Lingguang merged from fierce conflict into gentle tameness.
Then, in an even stronger form—countless times more powerful—it flowed back into the three women.
A mysterious connection was being born among them.
It made them grow closer.
But it only tormented Wu Xiaomi.
She felt every nerve cell experiencing unprecedented intense sensations.
Her brain could not handle such a vast amount of information.
She started twitching, rolling her eyes.
It was as if countless ants crawled inside her, electricity rampaging; she forgot who she was, forgot her surroundings.
Her mind was a blank.
…..
She didn’t know how long this daze lasted.
Like a small boat tossed about in a storm, she had no way to control when the wind and rain would end.
She could only endure until the dark clouds finally let up, giving a brief moment to catch her breath.
But the boat cabin was already filled with rainwater.
Her exhausted body slowly sank toward the sea.
In panic, she scooped the water out.
After struggling to repair the damage to the boat and bailing most of the water back into the sea…
She looked up at the sky.
Another mass of dark clouds loomed.
The huge black clouds pressed down like two mountain peaks.
This time, the clouds were broader and heavier.
It was easy to predict the torrential storm about to break.
……
In the world of Nerrifa, Lingyuan is a mysterious energy whose capabilities extend far beyond just releasing sequences.
It can be controlled by thought; likewise, it can carry thoughts and perceptions.
When Lingyuan merged, the three women seemed to be experiencing each other’s lives.
The Witch felt Bai Xiaozhi’s loneliness and her dependence on Wu Xiaomi.
Because she had grown up accustomed to loss, Bai Xiaozhi especially feared losing her brother.
That was why she always had such a strong desire to possess.
And Bai Xiaozhi experienced the pressure and exhaustion of being born into royalty through the Witch.
Growing up as a princess in luxurious white brocade, Bai Xiaozhi had thought it would be a heavenly life, but in reality… there was no heaven, at least not for a princess of Nayi.
The royal family gathered the most skilled schemers under heaven—they came for power and used any means necessary, with no bottom line.
The White Witch witnessed all of that.
So she, too, matured early and was skilled in political scheming.
She even once hated all intelligent beings.
Moreover, Nayi’s emperor was ambitious and determined to complete his ancestor’s unfinished greatness.
His demands on women were extremely strict, even harsh.
Familiar with modern terms, Bai Xiaozhi thought of one word—
PUA.
Pick-up Artist, originally meaning “a master of flirtation,” later referring to those who use words and behavior to manipulate, psychologically suggest, and control others.
Bai Xiaozhi thought at least her own childhood had been protected.
But this Witch…
Before Wu Xiaomi and Ah Fu appeared, no one had ever stood in her way.
She could only desperately prove her worth, hoping not to be neglected by her father.
…..
After experiencing each other’s thoughts and feelings, the last bit of resentment in the girls’ hearts faded away.
Then, together, they looked down at the adorable little one in their arms.
They could also share Wu Xiaomi’s emotions and sensations.
“That idiot…”
Wu Xiaomi’s whole life could probably be summed up in one sentence:
“Eat until full, sleep until rested, as long as happy every day, everything’s perfect~~~”
She had always been like this since childhood. Although she once showed the reliable older brother image in front of Bai Xiaozhi,
it was all just a role she played to survive.
In truth, her thoughts were always very simple.
She liked the sky, the white clouds, the leisurely afternoon, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore.
She loved everything in this world, everything.
As long as she was alive, she could always find small things to make her happy.
Her demands had always been so simple.
Yet…
“Is she not breathing?”
“Seems like it…”
The two women looked at each other.
It seemed like the girl…
Had just pooped herself.