National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"It's Suiren's Nirvana Ceremony!" Su Mohui blurted out, her voice filled with barely concealed panic and certainty. Before her mind could process the intricate and bizarre details of the ritual, her body instinctively reacted, ready to take that step through the void to investigate.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt a warmth on her wrist, like being caressed by the warm spring sun. Su Mohui subconsciously paused and glanced sideways, only to see Xiaoguang looking up at her.

But for some reason, the fingertips that were originally warm suddenly became ice-cold, as if they were suddenly wrapped in the frost of winter.

No one noticed that in his sleeves, the puppet threads were crisscrossing in a mysterious and complex trajectory, quietly forming a mysterious star array, and each thread was flashing with a faint cold light.

"Sister, don't you find it strange?" Xiaoguang's voice was low and steady, as if it came from a deep ancient well, with a hint of imperceptible vigilance and thought, "The cycle of reincarnation has just begun, but this final chapter can't wait to be staged ahead of time." He frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion and uneasiness, staring at Su Mohui, as if waiting for her response.

At that moment, a gust of wind, carrying a strong, sweet, and fishy smell, roared in like a surging tide. The smell, like dried blood mixed with the stench of rotting flesh, was nauseating.

Those indigenous people who had long escaped the control of Su Mohui and Xiaoguang, as if controlled by an evil force from the abyss, turned their heads in unison and stared at Su Mohui with empty and malicious eyes.

Then, a terrifying scene unfolded: from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses, as if activated by a den of evil, octopus-like tentacles emerged! These tentacles, soft yet resilient, twisted and waved in the air, as if flaunting their strangeness and terror.

Then, the voice of Hebo emanated from the mouths of these natives. That voice was no longer the majestic and gentle Hebo they remembered, but instead was filled with distortion and madness. Ancient prophecies roared out of their mouths, echoing and swirling through the valley, shaking the surrounding rock walls and causing them to collapse:

[Jianmu swallows the sun, and the dark star confuses the heart]

[The Palace Master returns, and all the gods burn together]

Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Su Mohui's heart hard, causing her heartbeat to suddenly speed up, and an unprecedented fear surged in her heart -

As soon as he finished speaking, the red jade pendant worn by Su Mohui on her waist could not withstand this powerful evil force and shattered.

The flame of rebirth hidden in it, like an awakened ancient mythical beast, let out a long roar that shook the heavens and the earth, and turned into a huge fire phoenix, with blazing flames burning all over its body, soaring into the sky!

The blazing flames instantly dyed the entire world crimson, the light was dazzling, and the heat waves were rolling, as if to burn everything in the world to ashes.

And in this flame that burned everything, Su Mohui was shocked to see that Xiaoguang's black hair, like a waterfall, was turning white inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if time was accelerating for him, and his youth and vitality were being taken away in an instant.

The young puppeteer finally tore off his usual mask of meekness and obedience, emitting a chilling and cold aura, like a demon returning from hell.

Thirty-six fundamental silver threads of life surged out from his sleeves, like silver lightning cutting through the darkness, or like a surging torrent.

These silver threads crushed the flying tentacles with overwhelming force, each swing creating a powerful gust of air. The surging energy was like a massive explosion, blowing away the entire cliff face.

For a moment, gravel flew and dust filled the air, covering the sky and the sun. The whole world seemed to have fallen into the catastrophe of doomsday.

"Be careful of the sacred tree after the lunar eclipse..." Xiaoguang spoke hurriedly, trying his best to get close to Su Mohui's ear amid the deafening roar.

The breath he exhaled carried the unique cold fragrance of a puppeteer. It was delicate and cold, adding a touch of mystery and weirdness to the chaotic and terrifying atmosphere. "That Fire Kite... is devouring the gods."

Amidst the falling rubble, Su Mohui inadvertently caught a glimpse of the boy's left hand, hidden within his sleeve. Through the pale, paper-white skin, the dark blue veins twisted and deformed like wriggling earthworms, gradually forming a pattern of tentacles.

At some point, a blood moon quietly hung high in the night sky, casting a strange and cold light, like a huge blood-red eye, coldly overlooking everything in the world.

The roots of the sacred tree trembled gently in the darkness deep underground, making a low and strange sound, as if it was whispering an ancient and terrifying ballad.

That voice, like a call rising from the bottom of an endless abyss, whispered softly, carrying a chilling chill and allure. It was like a lingering demonic sound, penetrating every pore, madly drilling into Su Mohui and Xiaoguang's ears, disturbing their minds.

At first, the sound was just a faint whisper, but in a flash, the volume gradually increased, like a surging tide, drowning their consciousness layer by layer.

Gradually, without warning, the demonic sound in Su Mohui's ears ceased, replaced by a soft, soothing children's song. The song was soft and sticky, with a hint of childish innocence and ignorance, but to her, it was faintly eerie.

She felt as if she were being held firmly by a giant, gentle hand, floating in the air, as if she were in the clouds. Her eyelids grew heavier, as if filled with lead. Every time she struggled to open them, it took immense effort. It seemed as if in the next second, she would completely sink into an endless, dark dream.

Just as her consciousness was about to completely sink, the system's mechanical and cold voice suddenly sounded, like a thunderclap, suddenly pulling her back from the edge of chaos -

[Ding Dong: Host, please note that the quest "The End of the Sui Ming Kingdom" has been opened in the current world...]

Su Mohui was startled and shuddered all over, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe. When she opened her eyes again, she felt as if she had just experienced a thrilling battle. She was exhausted both physically and mentally, and every limb was sore and weak.

However, the crisis was not over. She did not have time to catch her breath. Her feet were still moving forward subconsciously. Her figure was as agile as a ghost. She ran at a high speed on the glazed ridge, and every step she took shattered the silence of the air.

The colored glaze beneath her feet shimmered with an eerie light, as if mocking her embarrassment and struggle. Her hair danced freely in the wind, just like her chaotic thoughts. She knew that what awaited her ahead might be an even more severe test.

However, the cold light left by the flame of the afterlife danced with a chilling rhythm between her skirts, reflecting the dead trees along the way into twisted and hideous ghostly shadows, like a group of imprisoned wronged souls, shouting silently in this dead silent forest, making the surrounding atmosphere even more eerie and terrifying.