The girl at the end of the ti tunnel, perfect like a great, eternal artwork capable of transcending ti and space.
Her long silver hair cascades like a waterfall, billowing like clouds...
Her skin is as white as snow, delicate beyond even the finest white jade...
Black flas burn on her skin, not scorching it, but highlighting her sacred nobility, making her breathtaking.
"Hmm..."
Her eyes are filled with confusion.
She lifts a wisp of the jet-black fla, her blue eyes rising, gazing back through the ti tunnel, at each "self"...
Pain shows deeply in her eyes—yes, she is pained for those ’white-haired girls’...
In fact.
Each white-haired girl within the ti tunnel is not just a little girl, but each a fragnted space-ti.
Within those fractured realms, each white-haired girl seeks a way out, yet they are failures...
Having their arms burned away, half their face consud, half their body scorched ans their attempts failed; their failures beca reflections, inscribed in the ti tunnel.
In truth, countless other tilines turned to ashes in failure, but those failures aren’t even worthy to appear in the ti tunnel...
The girl’s gaze deepens.
She is not part of the future; she does not exist.
But countless white-haired girls, gritting their teeth, forged ahead towards the gates of hell!!!
They burned with flas, their bodies battered, seeking a way out of a hopeless realm.
Even if they turned to ashes, they’d still take just one small step forward!!
They sought a possible path.
Their bodies were burned by black flas, only ashes remaining, forming a desert.
Their dead shells boundlessly rged into an ocean.
Girls who couldn’t find a way out struggled desperately in their sea of corpses...
Thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of tis... swallowed by the failed worlds, only broken shells left behind.
Finally, after billions of failures, the girls’ will lifted a maiden!!
Each resolute belief transford into arms, lifting the girls over the ocean of ti, delivering them to the other shore.
No path?
Yet belief extended into the future!!
The frail girls finally broke free of their shackles, growing into a maiden.
The ti tunnel at last connected before the maiden.
The black flas no longer destroyed her body!
On the contrary!
She adapted to that destructive power!
Her skin began absorbing the flas of catastrophe!
Strands of black flas were devoured by her, and her skin radiated with a crystalline glow... a glow warming the entire ti tunnel.
The failed and reflected girls slowly opened their eyes, gazing tenderly at the maiden...
In countless tispaces, countless gentle eyes converged.
The world was a deep blue.
The maiden, without a stitch, her long silver hair flying, bore no trace of the calamitous flas; her body was perfect.
Rays of healing light floated from the maiden’s chest, crossing the ti tunnel, the girls’ burned bodies rejuvenating, visible to the naked eye, growing new flesh.
The healing light flowed back through the ti-tunnel, healing each white-haired girl.
Finally, the healing light returned to the true Zhu Yuheng.
Beneath her clothes, her once vacant body began reconstructing organs, veins, vessels, limbs, and bones...
"Looks like it’s succeeded..."
Xu Ran noted Zhu Yuheng’s physical rebirth and couldn’t help but sigh in relief.
But just as life began to restore—suddenly!
A most bizarre sphere of lightning appeared out of thin air!
The sphere of lightning was so odd, without a hint of forewarning, its origin unknown; it seed to exist everywhere and nowhere, as if from past or future, a ghost unimpeded, ignoring the walls of the Cultivation Room and spatial distance.
It appeared out of nowhere in the Cultivation Room.
Pitch black, it emitted a blinding light, its darkness suffocating; even a stray thread of its current was disaster enough to destroy the world. It was a presence of infinite destructive power.
It seed to represent the supre will, carrying boundless destructive intent, poised to obliterate Xu Ran and Zhu Yuheng.
"What the hell is this?"
Xu Ran’s hair stood on end.
"So terrifying? More nerve-wracking than facing a god a million tis over!"
Though shocked, Xu Ran wasn’t paralyzed by fear; knowing the black lightning’s aim was to annihilate him, he drew his sword at light speed, aiming the [Super Explosion Slash] at the pitch-black lightning.
"Watch chop you down!"
Xu Ran focused, his heart trembled slightly.
He couldn’t find where to strike; the black sphere of lightning, embodint of regulations, was unaffected by the [Super Explosion Slash], trailing strands of black current aiming at Xu Ran and Zhu Yuheng.
Xu Ran’s pupils contracted as his thoughts started racing.
But at this mont.
Behind Xu Ran, a buxom woman scread, falling to the ground: "You little punk... you’re terrifying! Why is everything you provoke so deadly?"
She could swear, even the fear she felt when facing the Resentful God was a re fraction of this!!
Facing the Resentful God, she had an ounce of resistance. Against the black sphere of lightning, her mind short-circuited, her head blank, all her strength drained as if played with for seven days and nights—she was broken.
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