I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

And then there's Mu Mu... Ah, that one is the one I'm most worried about. Knowing her personality, who knows what crazy things she might do to get revenge...

And then there's my uncle... He lost his son early in life. If he were to lose himself too, he probably would collapse instantly.

There are also Mo Xin, Jiang Lan, Tian Tian, ​​the Lin Shuqi sisters, and many other people she cares about...

As her thoughts became more active, Yan Ziming felt that her mind was no longer so sluggish. She put aside these messy thoughts about the 'afterlife' and began to seriously consider her current situation.

First of all, she was certain that she was not dead, because she could still feel her own existence and see some relatively real things—lightning.

Yes, although he couldn't turn his head and could only keep looking straight ahead, Yan Ziming could see that everything in front of him was lightning, both in front of him and around him.

This is a sight that should not be seen in the afterlife.

But... when will this ever end?

Yan Ziming was stunned. She didn't understand how long she had been silent. Had her sister been found? And was she now looking for her instead?

A host of questions plagued her, and she didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, as if a pebble had been thrown into the water, creating ripples, Yan Ziming instinctively reached out his hand.

Something as black as ink fell right into her hand.

"Ah... my hand just moved involuntarily..."

Yan Ziming first noticed that she had moved her hand just now, and realized that it seemed to be driven by her body's instinct. She was still numb, for example, she was not moving now, just frozen there.

Moreover, she discovered that her hands did not feel like hands, but rather like a concept.

A concept that tends towards lightning.

This hand is made of lightning, but its shape doesn't quite resemble a hand. It's like when you're sculpting a clay figure, you accidentally sculpt it crookedly at the hand part. It feels strange, and its shape is somewhat like the claw of a withered monster.

Only then did Yan Ziming begin to examine the mysterious object that had fallen into her hand.

At first glance, it looks like an ordinary, black pebble, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a crystal-clear gem.

This crystal looks very mysterious. It is deep black and emits a light like obsidian. It looks dark, but it emits an extremely brilliant light. It is an extreme darkness that can devour other light.

The moment this thought arose, the black crystal instantly melted and fused into his palm!

She felt her body undergoing an amazing transformation!

A surge of boundless vitality coursed through her body. She felt like an atomic bomb, with the energy within her constantly colliding and growing stronger, reaching an unprecedented peak.

The flashes of lightning around her told Yan Ziming that her body was not at peace and had created a huge spectacle.

Then, the surrounding lightning seemed to go mad, spinning at an extremely high speed, faster and faster, and the source of destruction became increasingly intense.

The most obvious sign was that the hand I had just extended began to undergo subtle changes—it became white, soft, and had a skin color that seemed otherworldly.

Then, the body's mobility began to spread from the hands to the whole body, gradually recovering.

Soon, she regained control of her body, although her movements were still somewhat stiff, like...

It's as if this body never belonged to her; she has to relearn how to speak, walk, eat, and sleep like a baby...

"Wo, what is this...?!" Yan Ziming exclaimed in surprise as she looked at her reborn body. Although her accent was awkward, it did not diminish her amazement.

——It’s so beautiful.

If her previous beauty was of unparalleled caliber, then this body is as if it were meticulously sculpted by the heavens themselves; it is a beauty that transcends all human standards of judgment, indescribable and ethereal.

"Zi..." A faint voice called out in my ear, but it was immediately drowned out by endless thunder.

[Hmm? Is someone calling me?]

"Zi Mo—!" The voice was right next to my ear in an instant.

Yan Ziming turned his head and saw a small head suddenly emerge from the clouds, swimming like a fish in the sea of ​​thunder, with a head of blue-purple hair flowing freely. It was Mo Xin.

"Mo Xin! How are you? Mu Mu, what about them?" Yan Ziming asked in surprise.

thump--

Mo Xin nestled into Yan Ziming's arms, feeling a smoothness and delicacy that was noticeably different from usual, as well as the intimacy of being embraced by a mother. Mo Xin couldn't help but raise her head, only to discover that Yan Ziming was naked.

"Zi Mo, what are you doing—!!!" Mo Xin covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes filled with wild joy.

"What? What's wrong with me? Tell me about the situation where you are."

Yan Ziming flicked her forehead with his finger. Although the movement was not very smooth, it had a unique charm.

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"Hmm... Mo Xin and Sister Mu Mu were alright, they were just trapped at the time... Oh right! That was a girl who looked a lot like you and Sister Qian Xue! But she looked about the same age as Mo Xin."

"The same as me?" Yan Ziming was shocked. This couldn't be a coincidence... no way! Only a fool would believe that!

I must meet her if I get the chance!

"Zimo, what's wrong with how you talk? You keep pausing after every few words, it's really uncomfortable!"

"Uh... for now, it's a little strange. Just talk to me more and I'll be fine."

Yan Ziming didn't know what was wrong with her, but everything she did now felt awkward and she had lost her former fluency and naturalness.

Just as it takes time to get used to new things after getting used to old ones, Yan Ziming is currently in this stage.

Don't ask why, she simply doesn't know; she has absolutely no idea what happened.

"Ha..." Mo Xin replied, confused, then asked in surprise:

"But Zimo, what have you been through? You've become just like your master!"

"What has become the same as the master?"

The master was naturally referring to Liu Mengxian. Yan Ziming asked himself, and he realized that he couldn't compare to Liu Mengxian in any way; the difference was too great, and there was no comparison.

"Hmph~~ It seems you still don't know... Parting the clouds reveals the true form. Now try controlling this thundercloud?"

Mo Xin said with suspense, while Yan Ziming was completely confused, only then realizing that she was inside a thundercloud.

Just now, she felt that everything around her was too natural, as if these things were part of her body, as if they were products of the "same concept" as herself, so she subconsciously ignored them.

Now that Mo Xin had mentioned it, Yan Ziming roughly understood and tried to control the thundercloud as usual.

Yan Ziming frowned.

Although I successfully manipulated it, well... how should I put it? It completely contradicted my previous methods.

"Elementalize, elementalize!" Mo Xin urged from the side, her little face filled with unparalleled excitement.

Yan Ziming did as instructed, and blue-purple light gradually surged onto his body. When it spread throughout his entire body, his entire field of vision changed.

What appeared before her was no longer Mo Xin, but a vast sky. Looking down at everything from above, a feeling of ruling the world arose spontaneously.

"Huh? What the heck is this? Holy crap! I can speak fluently now!"

Yan Ziming immediately swore. He had always been stuttering before, so how come he became so fluent after becoming an elementalist?

Then, she tried to manipulate the thundercloud.

In an instant, the Thunder King descended, becoming her right-hand man. The thunderclouds spun everywhere, the sky and earth changed color, and endless lightning fell from above, connecting heaven and earth. Within a radius of twenty miles, wherever the thunderstorm clouds covered the area, this was the scene.

This is the destruction of the world.

..........

Around the world, people in many countries have seen this scene to varying degrees via satellite, and some major powers have even conducted on-site monitoring using specialized reconnaissance equipment.

They all witnessed a shocking scene.

A storm cloud covering an area of ​​dozens of miles was unleashing countless bolts of lightning, striking a mountain peak from time to time. The mountain peak collapsed, a truly terrifying sight.

Especially that cloud vortex that was less than ten meters from the ground, which contained what could be called the source of destruction.

But besides destruction, people saw much more.

Courage, hope, justice, dawn, purity... and many other concepts that are clearly invisible are truly presented before my eyes.

On the ground, Yan Shan bit the head of the SSS-level mutated species that he had seized the opportunity to beat up like a watermelon, spreading a layer of blood rain over the area.

The other two SSS-level creatures immediately felt the urge to retreat. They could not ignore the strange changes in the sky, and the power of the mountain qilin also made them feel terrified, so they left.

"Did Zi Mo do this?"

Yan Shan transformed back into human form, waved his hand to disperse a bolt of lightning that was striking him, and looked surprised and doubtful.

This display was far too grand, and some of the scenes were things that the person in Yongjing had never shown before.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, the thunderclouds above suddenly changed dramatically. The cloud vortex began to spin rapidly, causing the wind to howl and the heavens and earth to tremble, as if it were carrying out the will of the heavens to destroy everything here.

Yan Shan felt a strong sense of threat, and even felt as if he were being looked down upon by some supreme being.

He chose to retreat, moving outside the coverage of the thunderclouds, and quietly waited for the anomaly to end.

Finally, the tip of the cloud vortex touched the ground.

Heaven and earth rejoiced, and thunder and lightning celebrated.

From that moment on, the world turned blue-purple, and sunlight was instantly submerged and rendered insignificant. Here, blue-purple was the only dominant color.

In contrast, the surrounding thunderstorm clouds were all as still as water, pressing down from the high sky, bowing their proud heads almost touching the ground, as if they were welcoming a sovereign.

—The ruler of lightning.