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

Every drop of pus is a miniature model of the universe, in which floats the remains of civilization entangled by mycelium. Those once glorious civilizations are now struggling and disappearing in this pus.

Su Mohui roared in the pain and pleasure of self-destruction, and the sound waves were like a sharp blade, shattering the three neighboring spore universes.

This excruciating pain, however, also brought another moment of clarity. She finally glimpsed the core of the mycelial network—at the outer edge of the Nine Heavens, deep within the ruins of the Netherworld Palace, the soul-soothing monument she had personally erected suddenly flipped over!

The back of the monument was densely packed with hatching sacs. In each sac, a clone of her lay dormant.

The individual marked "Reincarnation Seven" by the vesicle has mechanical Buddha Kingdom gear tentacles growing on his back. The cold parts that originally belonged to the machine are now integrated with the flesh and blood!

The legs of the clone of "Reincarnation Thirteen" turned into quantum probability clouds, illusory and weird!

And inside the latest capsule marked "Final Chapter" was Xiaoguang's body, which was melting. His body gradually disappeared in this evil environment, leaving behind endless despair.

"Cognition...anchor point..." Su Mohui squeezed out a roar with her broken vocal cords.

It wasn't until this moment that she finally understood that the so-called first step of Cthulhu's erosion of the universe was actually to make her the pollutant matrix of all time and space! And when her compound eyes were forced to access the cosmic frequency, she saw an even more terrifying scene -

The mastermind of the Mechanical Buddha Kingdom was chanting scriptures in her childish voice, but her voice was filled with endless evil and distortion.

From the depths of the quantum ocean, a bronze statue of her slowly rose, with a Cthulhu larva swimming in its eye sockets, as if staring at the destruction of this world.

The chronicles of the Ninth Universe were ruthlessly rewritten, and the evil Cthulhu mark on her forehead appeared on the title pages of all history books, announcing the victory of the evil forces!

"It's time to sow." Twelve black-robed men transformed into Su Mohui's appearance and slowly stood up from the fungal mat. Their abdomens were also strangely bulging.

Su Mohui noticed that in the cracks in the time and space between their raised palms, she could vaguely see the world of cultivation, the cyber city, and the steampunk planet...

A huge cold-repelling pill is suspended in each world, and the pattern on the pill perfectly matches Su Mohui's stretch marks, as if it is a malicious mockery of fate.

At that moment, the remains of the Fire Kite suddenly exploded, like a brilliant yet hopeless display of fireworks. Amidst the flying shards of glass, half of the bronze mask revealed the ultimate coordinates—the origin of all mycelial networks beyond the universe where the god Cthulhu himself slept.

Su Mohui's entire body completely transformed at this moment, and the last human cells in her body screamed in despair. Before completely transforming into mycelium, these cells engraved a garbled code into their godhead.

This string of code containing the origin of the Flame of Rebirth, carrying the last hope, quietly floated towards a certain unpolluted cultivation universe, and became a faint but tenacious light in the endless darkness.

.............

As the darkness peeled off and fell off bit by bit in the ear canal like an old scab, Su Mohui's consciousness gradually returned.

She gasped for breath to calm herself down. The previous experience was just a cycle!

After a long while, Su Mohui keenly caught the familiar burnt smell lingering at the tip of her nose.

She knew it was the unique, slightly sweet, fishy scent left behind after the calamity fires of samsara burned the evil mycelium. At that moment, she huddled in a dark corner of the void, enveloped in unknown fear and confusion.

She subconsciously spread out her palm and, in the dim light, examined the newly formed lines on her palm. This sight gave her a shock—

The lines on the palm of her hand that were originally intertwined and symbolized the bonds of fate have been replaced by Cthulhu's twisted tentacle totem. At the tip of each tentacle, there are compound eyes the size of sesame seeds. Those compound eyes flash with strange light, as if they are peeping into the secrets deep in her heart.

After countless cycles, Su Mohui had long been accustomed to walking on the edge of life and death, dealing with the fear of the unknown. But this time, the gears of fate suddenly turned, creating an unprecedented crack -

But this time, her body was eroded by the power of restraint!

Su Mohui subconsciously activated her spiritual energy, trying to dispel the strange changes, but as soon as her spiritual energy began to flow, it was tightly grasped by a sticky dark force. This force was like a demon hidden in the abyss, devouring and crushing her spiritual energy wantonly.

Su Mohui's breathing stagnated. Every breath she took was filled with a foul smell, and her stomach was churning!

"Reincarnation...is the lie of Ouroboros."

The voice rang out again, as if coming from the deep sea, with a sticky resonance that gave people goose bumps.

Su Mohui was startled for a moment, and she suddenly realized that the voice pattern of this voice was exactly the same as He Bo's right eye! Memories came flooding back like a tide, and she remembered that it was she who gouged out He Bo's right eye with her own hands and refined it into the Mirror of Rebirth.

In an instant, countless fragments of memory seemed to be pieced together by an invisible hand, presenting a brand new context -

She remembered! In her seventh reincarnation, when she used Zhuanxu's command to split the sacred tree, what flowed from the core was not ordinary resin, but asphalt with a pungent stench, soaked in twelve strange eyeballs.

Mysterious star maps floated on the surface of those eyeballs, which now looked exactly like the strange palm lines on her palms, like an evil foreshadowing buried by fate in advance.

At this moment, the Xuanhuo Ling wrapped around Su Mohui's wrist suddenly made a trembling sound like a baby crying. The sound was sharp and desolate, echoing in the dead silent void.

She subconsciously glanced down, only to see that the once vibrant red silk had faded to a pale white, as if drained of all its vitality. Even more terrifying, the edges of the Black Fire Silk had sprouted tiny teeth, as if it had instantly transformed into a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

When she tried to activate the Nether Fire and use this familiar power to dispel her fear, a wisp of black mist resembling an octopus tentacle slowly overflowed from her fingertips.

Su Mohui's heart sank. She understood that the seeds of Cthulhu had begun to sprout quietly in her body, and the evil power was spreading in her body.

And at this moment, a strange incident suddenly occurred!

A branch, like an ancient python awakening from the depths of chaos, slowly emerged from the void. Its thick trunk, entwined with mysterious patterns and emitting a chilling aura, wrapped tightly around Su Mohui without warning. Then, with a gesture that brooked no resistance, it ruthlessly dragged her back to the territory of the Sui Ming Kingdom.

As she got closer, Su Mohui discovered that this was actually the seventh aerial root of the sacred tree. At this moment, it was like a winding giant python, slowly drooping.

The surface of the aerial roots was rough and covered with strange tumors. The moment it touched the ground, it trembled slightly, and then carefully placed Su Mohui on the ground, as if it had completed a predetermined task.

Just as Su Mohui had regained her footing and was still recovering from the sudden change, a familiar voice suddenly rang in her ears. Although the voice had the crackling sound of electricity, it made the corners of Su Mohui's mouth rise slightly.