The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn Chapter 106: Solution

"Why is it like this?"

Looking at her imperial father and Daoist Danqing, both emanating overwhelming murderous intent, Shangguan Huanling’s eyes were full of sorrow and pain.

Countless powerful beings of the foreign races had surrounded the imperial palace from all sides.

Shangguan Huanling had no way out, nor did she have ti to persuade her father.

"Father, take care of yourself!"

Before leaving, she even gave a final reminder to Shangguan Hongtian.

In the next second, a mist of blood erupted from her body.

A crimson stream of light shot forth at an unbelievable speed—even those in the Tribulation Crossing Realm, even the Heavenly Demon Emperor, couldn't react in ti. Shangguan Huanling had already vanished.

She didn’t believe it!

She didn’t believe her combat strength was only that weak—she was soone who had defeated an emperor. Where had it gone wrong?

......

"Ding ding ding..."

The system rang out with a joyful chi.

Lu Ye had been frantically looting treasures. He had already raided the Divine Realm, the Spirit Realm, the Ghost Realm, and the Demon Realm.

As for the Yao Realm, there was no need to go. Not worth it.

As he walked, he was suddenly held back by the system—it had decided to let him watch a spectacular show.

The light screen faded.

"Ding. She actually managed to cultivate to the Great Emperor realm? I didn’t even feel confused back then. This is truly unbelievable."

Even the system let out a voice of disbelief.

No way—that thing actually managed to beco a Great Emperor?

Lu Ye was now completely clear-headed. And not from breaking free of the reincarnation obsession, but truly clear-headed about his feelings toward those won.

Looking back now—

He had indeed been wrong. So very wrong.

He had never denied his mistakes. Perhaps it was precisely because he understood, deep down, that he was wrong—that’s why he had never personally laid a hand on those won.

If Lu Ye had not been wrong at all, things would have unfolded like this:

The very first day after his rebirth—the first three minutes.

Minute one: Chu Ling’s body trembles, the washbasin crashes to the floor, Lu Ye glares, "Useless slave. Can’t even carry a basin properly. You’re courting death."

Kill!

Minute two: Yue Hongling kicks in the door.

One punch—skull shattered.

Kill!

Minute three: Attempted sneak attack on Bai Qiulan fails; uses the sect-protecting grand formation to flee.

Day two: Infiltrates the Supre Empire to assassinate Shangguan Huanling.

Day three: Infiltrates the Yao Realm to assassinate Vermilion Bird.

From then on, with no distractions—cultivate to Second Heaven, kill one; cultivate to Third Heaven, kill another.

That would have been the correct path.

Shangguan Huanling’s Path of Sentint had already collapsed—had he not realized that back then?

Or was it that he refused to realize it?

Lu Ye gave a faint smile. In the end, it was the flaw born from a lack of love. Always thinking, "It’s probably fine," "Should be okay," "No problem," "It’ll work."

But in the end—it really didn’t work.

"Ding. Simulation successful!"

The countdown was finally over.

Lu Ye hadn’t stopped crying for an entire day. He was truly relying on an unbelievably powerful Dao heart to suppress the obsession of reincarnation.

If he hadn’t been the strongest Heavenly Venerable, the accumulated obsessions on the Reincarnation Path over so many years would have shattered him in an instant.

Right now, Lu Ye was only crying.

In truth, trillions upon trillions of howls, mutterings, wails—so many voices full of suffering were all mixed together. Enough to tear apart the Dao hearts of all those below the Great Emperor realm.

Even a Great Emperor would likely be driven mad by such tornt.

But Lu Ye simply regarded them as sorrow.

Everything he was experiencing now—he saw as their suffering. I can help you resolve your pain.

"Ding. Two thods available for resolution."

"First, beco a Saint. A Saint is detached from the Heavenly Dao and can erase obsessions."

Lu Ye...

Everyone knows—the first option is always bullshit.

"Second, modify the ‘True Art of Heavenly Demon Parasitism’ into the ‘Parasitic Obsession thod.’ It allows obsessions to be dispersed and implanted into the bodies of others. However, it requires not disturbing the obsessions. If disturbed, they will solidify."

Lu Ye understood.

He had read the True Art of Heavenly Demon Parasitism. It was the old specialty of the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor.

He was just used to calling him the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor. After all, they were old adversaries. But in truth, he should be called the Parasitic Heavenly Demon—a bizarre parasitic creature.

Lu Ye began to ponder.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to imitate the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor by parasitizing on a large scale through essence blood.

That was the Demon Emperor’s innate divine power—sothing he was born with.

And what's more, he wasn’t allowed to alarm the obsessions?

That ant he couldn’t just grab so random person and inject his obsessions into their soul. Because obsessions—those things were far too nurous and terrifying. Just a trace of them was enough to collapse a normal soul.

Once the soul collapsed, the obsessions would naturally beco startled.

They’d huddle together, like stubborn leeches, latching on and never letting go.

This was a bit tricky!

He spent a full six minutes thinking it over.

Got it!

Lu Ye’s tear-streaked eyes suddenly glead with clarity.

He didn’t need to mimic the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor at all. He just needed to inject all the obsessions into him.

The Demon Emperor obviously wouldn’t allow it—and couldn’t possibly bear that many obsessions.

When the flood cos and you can’t block it—what then?

Only one choice remains: divert the flood.

The greater the flood, the greater the need for diversion.

In that case, a sche would be necessary.

Lu Ye already had an idea in mind. The treasure collection was more or less finished.

Ti to return.

His figure turned and headed toward the Great Wilderness.

......

Shangguan Huanling had fled.

The Heavenly Demon Blood-Escape Technique was acknowledged throughout the Nine Heavens as one of the strongest escape techniques.

It could be used from First Heaven all the way to Ninth Heaven.

Because the more essence blood you consud, the faster you could run. It was practically the ultimate universal tool in the art of fleeing.

Shangguan Huanling had escaped.

With a # Nоvеlight # single burst of speed, she broke through the foreign army's encirclent, her face deathly pale as she went into hiding.

Why was it like this?

How could it be like this?

Shangguan Huanling still couldn’t accept it, her lips constantly muttering those sa words.

She, she, she... her battle record was verifiable...

It shouldn’t have ended up like this.

There must’ve been so kind of problem—but where exactly had it gone wrong? She couldn’t figure it out.

And she couldn’t go find Lu Ye to ask.

Judging by the last ti she encountered him, Lu Ye had tried to kill her the instant he laid eyes on her.

So who could she ask?

A figure appeared in Shangguan Huanling’s mind.

Bai Qiulan!

Among the eight female emperors, only two had the temperant of older sisters—Bai Qiulan was one of them.

She had been Lu Ye’s master, and Lu Ye had always shown her deep respect.

She must know what was really going on now. She had to ask her.

She must get to the bottom of this.

After adjusting her depleted essence within her body, Shangguan Huanling flew toward the Grand Dao Sect.

Along the way, she saw a land laid to waste, mountains and valleys covered with corpses.

Too many cultivators and innocent lives had been lost in this great war.

Shangguan Huanling couldn’t help but reveal a sneer of mockery.

Wasn’t Lu Ye supposed to be humanity’s protector?

This is how he protects them?

Now that the human race had suffered massive casualties—where was he?

Why hadn’t he co out to stop this?

Hypocrite!

The journey was tense but without incident.

She finally arrived at the Grand Dao Sect.

"Who goes there?"

At that mont, layer upon layer of sect-protecting formations had enveloped the Grand Dao Sect. Countless mountain peaks were shrouded in white mist, their details obscured.

Two Supre Elders at the Integration Realm had their glowing eyes fixed on Shangguan Huanling.

"My na is Shangguan Huanling. I am acquainted with Bai Qiulan of your sect. I have co to the Grand Dao Sect to seek an audience with Bai Qiulan. Please inform her on my behalf."