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

Half of a divine body dangled from the cracks at the heart of the sacred tree. Thousands of barnacles rustled from Habaek's shattered face, and then, beneath it, another handsome face emerged.

The man's eyebrows and eyes were 70% similar to Huo Yuan's!

What was even more terrifying was that what was beating in his chest was not a heart, but a nebula covered in mucus. Among the countless points of light, a sleeping god could be vaguely seen.

"Sister... be careful of time and space confusion...!" Xiaoguang's warning was a step too late.

As Su Mohui's toes touched the altar, the entire pool of blood suddenly collapsed into a whirlpool. Amid the wailing of countless remnant spirits of gods, she saw Huo Yuan's red hair turning to snow. The thing held in the young man's palm was no match for a flint fire.

That was clearly half of the reincarnation seal entangled by Cthulhu's tentacles!

Xiaoguang sighed in his heart: This cycle went wrong, but Su Mohui's consciousness was beginning to return... Thinking of this, he crushed the puppet connector fiercely, allowing the power of the restraint to erode the puppet body.

"Sister... do you like this return gift?" Xiaoguang's voice drifted in and out of focus. The young man's white hair fluttered like snow, and the runaway puppet silk was pinning the white-haired fire kite to the tree trunk. "You used the Hebo Eye to observe the secrets of the heavens back then, and now it has become Cthulhu's observation window..."

Su Mohui was silent for a moment, but the Xuanhuo Ling in her waist suddenly went berserk and uncontrollably strangled the boy's neck: "You already knew the truth!"

"Since the first reincarnation..." Xiao Guang opened and closed his hollow eyes, a pearly mucus dripping from the corners of his mouth. "You extracted immortal bones and said they were forging swords, and you sacrificed gods in the name of honor... Even when you carved the puppet emblem for me, you said..."

He suddenly ripped open his clothes, and the faded small calligraphy on his chest stung her eyes.

[Reincarnation burns, all things are cooked, the Palace Master is cooked by heaven and earth]

At the same time, the roots of the sacred tree burst forth from the earth and began to riot. The waist-length white-haired Fire Kite suddenly broke free from the puppet threads and leaped into the air, floating in mid-air. The still-raging puppet threads engaged in a fierce battle with the Samsara Seal fused with the Cthulhu Egg.

Su Mohui finally saw the back of the mark clearly - the densely packed word "regret" spanned a hundred thousand years, and each word flowed out from her fingertips.

"You have two choices now." The young man's voice faded away. "Use the Flame of Rebirth to burn the Sacred Tree and, by the way, burn the last of the divine soul... or..." He crushed his puppet core, and the surging silver thread pushed Su Mohui into the egg: "Facing the feast you cooked..."

Inside the egg is the upside-down Netherworld Palace—

A hundred thousand mermaid candles illuminated the dome, and Su Mohui saw her younger self sitting on a throne, with the gods kneeling at her feet, their eyes hollow. Their bodies, suspended by puppet threads, formed a star map, and each had a cold-repelling pill with tentacles nailed to their chest.

"Welcome home." The "she" on the throne chuckled and picked up the Mirror of Rebirth, which had lost its luster. "Beidou's leg bones were used to refine your hairpin, and Hebaek's tear glands were used to make the ink for the Mirror of Rebirth..."

"Now, it can be considered that it has been put to good use..."

........

When she opened her eyes again, the fog in Su Mohui's mind was lessened and her thoughts became clearer, but she also knew that although she had entered a cycle, she had made considerable progress each time.

At this moment, she was still beside the altar, and the Rebirth Mirror in mid-air was still in a falling state, hovering in mid-air. When her gaze shifted over, time began to flow.

When Su Mohui opened her eyes again, she felt that the chaotic fog in her mind had faded a little, and her thoughts became clearer, like a wiped mirror.

She knew in her heart that although she was stuck in a cycle, each round of repetition was invisibly pushing things forward, and the progress was faster than she had imagined.

Looking around, she found herself still beside the altar, and everything around her was filled with a familiar yet strange aura. Looking up, she saw the still intact Rebirth Mirror in mid-air, hovering in its fallen position.

And the moment Su Mohui's eyes touched it, it seemed to trigger some mysterious switch. There was an exceptionally clear "tick-tock" sound in the silence, and the stagnant time began to flow slowly.

The Rebirth Mirror slammed uncontrollably to the ground, emitting a dull thud and stirring up a cloud of dust. In that instant, the surrounding world seemed to be swept into the turbulence of time and space, and began to change drastically.

The remains of those gods who sacrificed themselves and died for the protection of the world several years ago were now twisting strangely in the marrow of the sacred tree.

They seemed to be drawn by an invisible dark force, interweaving and connecting with each other, creating a terrifying and bizarre scene. And atop this terrifying throne built from the remains of gods, sat another Su Mohui.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she exuded a terrifying evil aura, as if she were a demon from the depths of hell!

"I got you..." The corner of "her" mouth curled up into a twisted smile, and she slowly raised her hand. Wrapped around her fingertips was Xiaoguang's life-saving silver thread.

These silver threads are the source of Xiaoguang's power and the bond that closely connects him to the outside world, but now they are controlled by the enemy.

In an instant, the silver threads seemed to be injected with crazy power and suddenly rolled back, like silver lightning, wrapped in the breath of death, rushing towards Su Mohui rapidly.

Su Mohui reacted extremely quickly. In this critical moment, she subconsciously crushed her finger bones. With a deafening roar, the power of the Abyss Lord surged forth. That powerful force was like a heavy bomb, directly shattering the false illusion before her.

However, when she finally fell back into reality, she was met with a heartbreaking sight: Xiaoguang's shattered pupil. The boy's left eye had become a hollow, and silver threads crawling out from it were tightly wrapped around Huo Yuan's throat, his last desperate struggle.

"Hurry...get the pill..." Xiaoguang's voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, feeble and urgent, and every word seemed to be spoken with all his strength.

The black blood flowing from his lips was actually carrying tiny tentacles, like an evil creature from the abyss, "The cold-repelling pill... is in... Suiren's... bones..."

At the same time, the Holy Tree seemed completely enraged, falling into a frenzied rampage. Dazzling beams of light shot out from its myriad compound eyes, interweaving and crisscrossing, forming an impenetrable cage that trapped everyone.

The bone knife on Huo Yuan's heart suddenly came to life, and the bloodshot eyeballs at the handle slowly opened. The strange look seemed as if it was watching an impending doomsday judgment.

A light suddenly flashed through Su Mohui's mind, and those forgotten fragments of memory gradually pieced together. She finally remembered that, through many cycles, the cold-repelling pill she had given to the young Suiren had contained a wisp of netherworld fire that could incinerate the filth of Cthulhu.

This wisp of fire might be the key to breaking this endless nightmare. At this moment, the Rebirth Mirror, as if driven by a mysterious force, automatically opened, and bloody words appeared on the yellowed pages:

[Reincarnation Pill Fire, with the Soul as the Sheath]

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