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

The moment Su Mohui broke free from this cycle, her consciousness fell into chaos, but at this moment, her eyes were suddenly attracted to a dark corner of the space-time rift.

There, a familiar luster loomed, and she felt her heartbeat grow clearer in the silence. When she finally saw what was hidden in the corner, her eyes flashed with surprise and intelligence—it was the long-lost Zhuanxu Order!

I can't remember at which chaotic moment the order of Zhuanxu disappeared quietly... Now that it has been found again, Su Mohui feels an indescribable sense of security in his heart, as if he has grasped the reins of fate.

Almost instantly, her consciousness quickly returned to its place, like a weary bird returning to its nest. Instantly, the power within her surged, and the surging flames of rebirth roared out of her body like an ancient mythical beast awakened.

The flames burned fiercely, carrying a devastating force that reduced everything to ashes wherever they passed. The blazing heat twisted the surrounding air into strange shapes, emitting crackling sounds.

A bird with the same name... or was it the Vermillion Bird? Su Mohui hadn't entered the small world for a long time and had forgotten what the mythical beast looked like. Now all she saw was the ashes drifting in the air like snowflakes after the flames of the afterlife raged.

But strangely, these ashes did not dissipate, but gradually condensed, transforming into black snow, which fell in a flurry. In this dreamlike black snow, the afterimage of a fire phoenix flashed across the crumbling ridge like a meteor streaking through the night sky.

The Fire Phoenix radiated a brilliant light all over its body, and its long tail feathers dragged a brilliant light and shadow, as if leaving a stubborn and magnificent color in this collapsing world, foreshadowing new hope and turning point.

Xiaoguang's moving figure paused for a moment, but the next second, he stretched out his pale fingertips and grasped Su Mohui's wrist. Thirty-six puppet threads weaved into a star curtain behind him, nailing the pursuing tentacles into the void.

"Three miles southeast... the roots of the sacred tree are breathing..." The young man's voice was shrouded in a bloody aura, his white hair falling to the ground like flowing silver. The fragments of the silver bell that kept falling from his sleeves turned into powder as they landed on the ground.

This is a sign of the puppet's body collapsing!

But it doesn't matter. Xiaoguang curled the corners of his mouth where Su Mohui couldn't see. The Puppet King's body was still intact, so let his copy disintegrate.

But it doesn't matter! Unseen by Su Mohui, Xiaoguang's lips curled up slightly, a carefree and carefree arc forming. He knew in his heart that the Puppet King's true form was still safe and sound, hidden in the dark, untouched by any trace of damage.

In this way, even if his clone disintegrated and dissipated in order to save Su Mohui, it would be just an insignificant matter and not worth mentioning.

Su Mohui's eyes inadvertently swept over the few fragments that had turned to powder on the ground, and alarm bells rang in her heart. Almost subconsciously, she flashed and grabbed Xiaoguang's vital point with a backhand that was faster than lightning.

Where her fingertips touched, a chill ran down her arm and into her heart. She activated her Netherworld Ghost Meridian and carefully probed into Xiaoguang's body. However, the feedback she received shocked her, and her heart instantly jumped to her throat.

According to common sense, even if it is just a puppet, because it is closely related to Ji Lingguang's original body, it should have a steady and normal pulse like a living person.

But at this moment, Su Mohui probed into it and was shocked to discover that within Xiaoguang's supposedly gentle and peaceful spiritual veins, a viscous undercurrent was surging with a chilling, viscous undercurrent. A closer look revealed countless tiny, nimble tentacles hidden within that undercurrent, greedily gnawing at his meridians, attempting to erode the vitality within him.

"Have you swallowed Cthulhu's neurotoxin?" she asked, her heart pausing.

"Hush—" Xiaoguang's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying a barely perceptible hint of fatigue. He coughed softly, his voice tinged with weakness. Then, as if unable to hold on any longer, he slowly rested his forehead against Su Mohui's shoulder.

His body trembled slightly, but after a moment, he slowly raised his innocent little face, and his clear eyes looked straight at Su Mohui. There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, with fear, expectation, and a hint of indescribable mystery.

His breath was warm, and every breath was like a small flame, burning Su Mohui's collarbone. In this tense and strange atmosphere, Xiaoguang opened his lips slightly and whispered, "Sister, look at the moon..."

Xiaoguang looked over Su Mohui's shoulder at the blood moon that had climbed up into the sky at some unknown time. Wherever the moonlight passed, the gnarled branches of the sacred tree actually glowed with a mother-of-pearl iridescence.

However, in the vision of Wangshengjian, this beautiful light and shadow hides a horrible truth - the back of each leaf is covered with densely packed compound eyes, and what drips between the aerial roots is not night dew, but the golden cerebrospinal fluid of the gods.

The altar is just around the corner!

In the seething pool of blood, the bone knife at Huo Yuan's heart had sunk to its hilt. The young man's crimson hair resembled a flaming sunset glow. On his bare back, what should have been the fire totem of Suiren had now twisted into an octopus-like sucker-like mark. Even more terrifying was his left eye—deep within the glazed pupil, a cluster of faint blue flames devoured the iris. It was Su Mohui's flame of rebirth!

"The Nirvana Sacrifice is almost over." Xiao Guang suddenly regained his composure, separated from Su Mohui, and chuckled, silver threads shooting out from his fingertips. "It's a pity... the sacrifice is wrong."

The moment the puppet thread pierced the blood pool, the entire world suddenly turned upside down. The sacred tree screamed like a crying baby, and the hanging aerial roots in the canopy suddenly stretched straight like javelins, shooting towards Su Mohui's back.

She spun around and swung out the Black Fire Silk refined from the Nether Sea, but the Nether Fire slid across the strange iridescent surface—these air roots actually contained fragments of the god's divine nature!

"Use this!" Xiaoguang tossed over a piece of pale finger bone, covered in puppet runes. The moment Su Mohui caught it, the image she had just seen on repeat pierced her mind like a poisonous sting:

This is the remains of her little finger that was swept away by Cthulhu's tentacles when she killed the Lord of the Abyss in Guixu a hundred years ago!

But at this moment, the blood moon suddenly cracked, forming a pupil-shaped slit, and a pitch-like liquid poured down. Huo Yuan raised his head at this moment, tears of blood flowing from his right eye, while the flame of rebirth in his left eye surged three feet: "Palace Master...Return to your position..."

The hoarse call was melodious, stirring the leaves of the sacred tree like the sound of raging waves. Su Mohui felt a pain in her spiritual altar, and the reincarnation seal hidden within it suddenly burned with pain, and the sealed memory cracked.

In that cycle ten years ago, on the night when the gods fell, it was clearly she who planted the flame of rebirth into the spirit altar of Suiren with her own hands!

She gripped the finger bone tightly, and Netherfire ignited along the lines of the puppet, turning a turquoise-gold. The moment the Black Fire Silk shredded the iridescent air roots, the crisp sound of shattering glass echoed from the core of the sacred tree. "So it was you..."