After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

You absolutely must not show that kind of emotion.

Besides... even if the world is destroyed, as long as the fire hasn't reached Xiaxia and the others, they'll be fine.

I can even take a short nap.

After all, it's completely different from destiny—

Now, she has lost her claws and eyes.

But I... can still look down upon the mortal world through the eyes of the womb mandala.

With Shi Yan behind him, Tianming was truly panicked.

Hmm... that feeling, I guess, is "panic".

The Mandate of Heaven currently has no idea what exactly is happening in the Nine Provinces.

The gloomy red clouds completely severed her connection with this world.

But... she knew.

The longer it is delayed, the worse the situation will become.

The Heavenly Tribulation - Demonic Fiend will gradually worsen the environment of this world.

It's like... Yizhou, Nanjun City.

The place where the Fairy of Yaotai and the Lord of Loulan fought a thousand years ago.

To this day, that place is still referred to as the "Land of Divine Retribution" by Kyushu.

The spiritual energy was so scarce that it couldn't even supply a Nascent Soul cultivator, and the rules of heaven and earth were almost completely ineffective.

In the vision of destiny.

It's like a hole torn out of a map; it's a complete blind spot.

This is also the fundamental reason why Yunyi and Yunshang wanted to hide Hua Xiangrong in Nanjun City.

That's also the fundamental reason why Nanjun City became Shiyan's "beginner village".

From the moment the "Heaven and Earth" family split up, and the Shi clan fled to Nanjun City with their people, the gears of fate began to turn quietly.

Even a thousand years ago, Loulan still knew how to hold back.

A thousand years later, Jun Qianrou... she wished she could turn the entire Nine Provinces into scorched earth to be buried with her master.

Loulan were those who attempted to defy fate and change their destiny.

Jun Qianrou... is a complete "madwoman".

If the great calamity of heaven and earth continues, perhaps in the future... even Nascent Soul cultivators will become beings that are unattainable for ordinary people.

Nascent Soul Realm?

It will even become a legend.

"Shiyan..." The voice trembled as she tried to recall the unbearable scenes that Yunmengming's personality had perceived in her memory.

The girl gently pulled Shi Yan's rounded shoulder from behind.

Shi Yan turned his head away.

Fate suddenly panicked.

The girl in front of him had none of her usual allure on her face.

On the contrary... that smiling face was chillingly cold.

The master gazes upon the mortal world.

Enjoying the panic and despair of facing one's destiny.

She suddenly felt that she could taste it—

Just as the Pure Color Mandala experiences sins and desires, the Womb Mandala experiences the myriad aspects of one's own life...

What I am tasting right now.

It is the last glimmer of sweet hope born from the despair and hopelessness of a dying world.

Utterly gray, hopeless, and utterly tasteless.

But... as long as there's even the slightest hope.

Even this dying world will seem incredibly sweet.

And what I need to do.

It was to crush that glimmer of hope right in front of her.

Reach out to her only when she is in utter despair.

Just when she's struggling to climb out of the mire of despair, feeling she can be reborn, push her back down hard—

Step on it.

Grabbing her by the collar, I told her—

The insignificance and pitifulness of being alive.

Gazing at the bustling world, the girl's lips slowly curled up as if her eyes held a vibrant galaxy.

She even wanted to get closer.

In the magnificent night sky, a spiral galaxy with a huge disk-shaped structure hangs obliquely among the stars, even obscuring most of the starry night.

The sky was rendered into a dreamlike landscape.

pity--

No one can see it.

Even Xingke and Yunmengji could only vaguely sense the approaching, ominous atmosphere, and... the retrograde calamity.

He watched his teacher speak amidst the growing wind and snow.

The girl looked extremely pained and bewildered, her hand gripping the snake sword so tightly it seemed to be going numb, her knuckles turning bluish-white.

Her expression was gloomy.

Because in her eyes... her future was bleak and hopeless.

She exists for the sake of her teacher's words.

In my heart—

It was as if the voice of a demon was howling, dominating everything.

The girl's figure swayed in the snow that was gradually turning red.

She bit her lip tightly, then suddenly moved.

Staggering down the mountain, heading towards the wilderness beneath the snow-capped peaks, towards... Kyushu.

at this time--

Countless cultivators from across the Nine Provinces are also heading here.

Even knowing they might certainly die, they still rushed there.

Just like those cultivators who rushed to the battlefield between the Lord of Loulan and the Fairy of Yaotai a thousand years ago.

This time, however, is completely different from a thousand years ago—

A thousand years ago... standing before the Lord of Loulan was Yaotai.

Although the two faced each other with swords drawn, Fairy Yaotai was able to awaken Loulan from the boundless malevolent energy of the Heavenly Tribulation - Demonic Fiend.

Let Loulan remain Loulan, and not a world-destroying demon lord.

But... there was nothing in front of Jun Qianrou.

There was only an endless wilderness.

Ok?

Jun Qianrou's lifeless, crimson eyes suddenly lifted.

A woman's figure seemed to appear amidst the swirling snow and wind.

Jun Qianrou gripped the sword in her hand tightly.

A woman with her hair tied up, her long, trailing crimson dress swaying in the snow.

As the woman slowly but firmly stepped toward Jun Qianrou, the high slit on one side of her floor-length dress clearly captured her long legs and swaying waist.

"If Shi Yan were still here... she would definitely like it very much."

This thought suddenly popped into Jun Qianrou's mind.

Do not--

If nothing unexpected happens.

The woman in front of him must have had an inextricable connection with Shi Yan.

So... Jun Qianrou's complexion improved slightly.

The person in front of me is someone who has a connection with my words.

That's enough.

There was no desire to compete for attention; all that remained was a sense of composure.

"I never imagined that the master of Langya Pavilion, who has opened taverns all over the Nine Provinces... would actually be from the Nine Provinces..."

"The only cultivator to have reached the Immortal Realm."

"It's just a matter of time..." Unlike usual, the voice was very gentle.

Jun Qianrou looked at the tavern owner.

The tavern owner is easy to recognize.

No one who has been to the pub could mistake it.

Although Jun Qianrou had never been to the tavern, she had heard Feng Manlou report about it to her.