After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

An invisible force of authority roared forth.

In Shi Yan's eyes, it was an extremely dazzling purple.

If the alluring pink color is the true color of the womb mandala, then the color of the pure color mandala is a slightly bright crimson-purple.

hide?

Aside from "Mirror Flower Water Moon", even Shi Yan didn't know how to escape the judgment of the extraterrestrial demon's authority.

The vibrant purple color was completely absorbed into Qin Ge's body.

The girl's sword-wielding motion froze for a moment.

The pure-colored mandala felt a great weight lifted from its shoulders.

She looked at Qin Ge's incredulously wide eyes, sighed softly, and apologized in her heart.

Can--

Far away in Kyushu, a young girl in a plain white dress and a prince's crown gazed in the direction of the "Azure Lotus Sword Sect" with a cold, disdainful smile.

"My lord... times have changed."

Then—

Under the incredulous gaze of the Pure Color Mandala, Qin Ge's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Soon... she broke free from the influence of the "Hua Le Tian Jing Se Mandala" authority.

"How could this be!?"

Surprised and confused, the Pure Color Mandala was completely bewildered as to what had just happened.

Qin Ge's sword was already slashing at her again.

Qin Ge looked at the pure white mandala, his eyes blazing with fury.

She stared coldly and listlessly at the figure of the Pure Color Mandala, her only thought being how to kill her with her sword.

In the fleeting moment influenced by the "Hua Le Tian Pure Color Mandala," many things were reflected in her eyes.

On that stormy night a thousand years ago, she first met Sister Lingyao and that white-haired bastard.

And then there's... the Heavenly Demon before me.

Back then, the pure color mandala did not look almost exactly like the one before us, which resembled that white-haired bastard.

The pure-colored mandala of that time was... charming and captivating.

Just like her authority—

It is the embodiment of all sins.

She is... a sin.

She destroyed everything she had.

The person you like the most, and the person you hate the most.

Even if you hate them, you still want to bring them together.

If it weren't for this guy, none of this would have happened a thousand years ago, a thousand years later...

All of Qin Ge's past experiences and the life-and-death separations he witnessed came to an end when that white-haired bastard put that frost-blue mask on himself.

All the tragic memories turned into snowflakes like ashes, scattered and then returned.

Logically speaking... it's impossible for Qin Ge to remain unaffected by the power of the Pure Color Mandala.

But she didn't.

Those eyes, as black as night, were filled with indifference.

As if Heaven and Earth were indifferent.

Good and evil, sin and punishment, life and death...

Everything was stripped away and shattered before her, equal yet meaningless.

Like a gentle breeze entering the night, it nourishes all things silently.

At this moment, she is also the embodiment of destiny.

For someone whose thoughts and feelings are all empty and illusory, who is unaware of sin and punishment, and whose personality is broken... what would be considered a sin?

At this moment, Qin Ge is close to Shang Yue Qingqing, and has even surpassed Shang Yue Qingqing.

The authority of the pure color mandala has lost its meaning.

If the one wielding power at this moment were Master Yan or the Womb Mandala... perhaps the outcome would be completely different.

Although the authority of the Pure Color Mandala is equally powerful, it is limited by the sins of living beings.

However, the Garbhadhatu Mandala, which is the lord of the Land of Joy, is completely different.

Before the hell of rouge, all things are equal.

In the end, they can only sink into becoming mere playthings in the palm of the womb-hidden mandala.

Even the most experienced, like Master Yan, lacked the confidence to withstand the power of the Womb Mandala.

Qin Ge's sword was only one step away from the Pure Color Mandala.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the girl's slender neck, and for a fleeting moment, even the Pure Color Mandala felt a sense of dread.

She wasn't afraid that she would die because of it.

Death is utterly meaningless to the otherworldly demons.

She can return to the mortal world as long as the contract is renewed.

But... by then, his name had already turned gray in Shi Yan's contract.

Without signing a contract with Shi Yan, even if he returns to the mortal world, he can only be a wandering demon.

They rely on the most primitive methods to replenish the necessary supplies.

Ok?

The corner of Jingse Mandala's eye twitched.

It seems to be surprisingly good.

but--

The Pure Color Mandala leaned down and glanced in the direction of Shi Yan.

What truly concerned Jingse Mandala was: what would happen to Shiyan if she died?

Faced with Qin Ge and that crisis of destiny, what should Shi Yan do?

That was something she absolutely could not give up.

A thousand years ago, Loulan was able to deceive the heavens and the sea; a thousand years later... will fate give Shi Yan another chance to deceive the heavens and the sea?

Obviously impossible.

This time... Fate will surely wipe them out completely.

The Pure Color Mandala gripped the Dance of Fine Snow tightly in its hand.

She was truly checkmated because she was being deliberately targeted.

Inside Ghost Valley, Yun Mengming gazed in the direction of the "Azure Lotus Sword Sect," a certain will watching the earth through her perspective.

The ending was already predetermined.

Even the Lord of the Heaven of Transformation... that Pure Color Mandala of the Heaven of Transformation and Joy, has been dealt with. What else can stop him from killing his master?

That...that one?

Just kidding, if that kind of thing could actually come to the mortal world, I'd just lie down on the spot and let Shi Yan ride on me, okay?

For some reason... Yunmengming suddenly felt a little weak.

She looked at Yun Mengji, who was silent beside her.

Hmm... In this mortal world, the only one who can stop me from killing Shi Yan is my sister.

On the small sword peak of the "Azure Lotus Sword Sect," the sword's edge was already pointed at the throat of the Pure Color Mandala.

"Sigh..." A soft sigh escaped her lips.

The scroll in Yan Qingge's room fluttered in the wind, and a girl with bright eyes like the sun stepped out of the scroll.

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What kind of scene would it be if the girl in the scroll walked out of the painting?

I didn't see it.

But... one thing is certain.

If this scroll were changed...

Wen Qieyun, Wen Ruya, the tavern owner, Donghuang Li Kuangxi.

A faint blue light, similar to the one that blocked the Pure Color Mandala a few months ago and had just parried the clash of sword energy between the Pure Color Mandala and Qin Ge, rippled across the small sword peak of the "Azure Lotus Sword Sect".

The woman's slender, ethereal figure stood between the Pure Color Mandala and Qin Ge.

Shi Yan's eyes widened.

Qin Suhuai, whose hand was being held by Shi Yan, was also there.

"The Fairy of Yaotai?"

"Sister Lingyao?"

"You damned bastard from Yaotai?"

"Master!?"

"Huh!?" All eyes fell on Qin Suhuai.

Immediately, Shi Yan's gaze darted back and forth between the woman's slender, illusory figure and Qin Suhuai.