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

Upon hearing this, Su Mohui felt a bone-chilling chill shoot up her spine and spread throughout her body. She trembled slightly, and she slowly turned her head, her gaze involuntarily directed towards the sacred tree.

The scene before her made her heart shrink suddenly, and her breathing stopped for a moment.

The so-called "flower" wasn't even slightly delicate; it was clearly a giant fleshy bud composed of a hundred thousand divine eyeballs! These eyeballs were densely packed together, and within each pupil, reflected the moment of her death in different reincarnations.

Those images flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern: some were entangled by dark tentacles and suffocated to death; some struggled in flames and were ruthlessly devoured; and some were crushed by mysterious forces, their souls shattered...

Every scene was unforgettable, and every scene made her soul tremble uncontrollably!

As the first "petal", a strange structure made up of countless eyeballs, slowly opened, Su Mohui finally caught a glimpse of a truth more terrifying than all reincarnations and cycles -

The sacred tree that usually seemed to be towering and seemed to be able to devour the heaven and earth, now in her eyes, was nothing more than the tentacles of an indescribable existence hidden in the endless darkness, reaching into this universe.

This discovery caused her worldview to completely collapse, and her heart was filled with endless despair!

At the same time, across countless parallel universes, countless Su Mohuis were performing the same simultaneous action at the ruins of the Sui Ming Kingdom. Their eyes were hollow, their faces distorted, and they held high the decree of Emperor Zhuanxu. Without hesitation, they plunged their poisoned bone knives into Suiren's heart.

Their movements were in perfect unison, as if they were controlled by some evil force, trapped in this endless and desperate cycle, unable to extricate themselves.

The samsara fire seemed to sense the anger and despair erupting like a volcano deep in her heart, and in an instant, it gushed out violently from her new tentacles.

The fire of catastrophe burned fiercely, with a majestic momentum to destroy the world, like a bright meteor, crossing the dark sky and crashing straight into the iridescent film in the sky that emitted a strange light.

Amidst a violent roar, the membrane was vulnerable and burned through in an instant. At the moment the membrane ruptured, a fleeting glimpse of the real starry sky appeared before her eyes without warning.

However, this starry sky, which originally symbolized vastness and hope, did not bring her any comfort at this moment. Instead, it made her witness an even more cruel scene.

Xiaoguang's body was cruelly nailed to the cross-shaped remains of Jianmu, and her limbs were pierced by the weapons she had used in her past reincarnations.

The weapons flashed with cold light and pierced deeply into his flesh. Blood continued to flow along the cold blades and gathered on the ground into a shocking pool of blood.

His body was riddled with wounds and scars, each one of which spoke of endless pain and torture. Even so, Xiaoguang's eyes still gleamed with an unyielding light. He struggled tenaciously, trying to escape this endless nightmare-like pain, even if there was only a glimmer of hope.

"To end the cycle, deeper pollution is needed..." The voice of He Bo's right eye sounded faintly in her ears again. This time, the voice was mixed with the disgusting sound of mucus surging, as if it came from the bottom of a abyss full of stench and corpses.

Su Mohui subconsciously looked down at her palm, only to see that the Cthulhu seed had grown a second pair of pseudopods. These pseudopods were slender and flexible, like an elegant yet deadly demon, slowly wriggling and gnawing at the love line in her palm.

Every bite seemed to be devouring her last bit of humanity and rationality. She could clearly feel that she was walking step by step towards the abyss, towards the darkness from which there was no escape.

When the thirteenth blood moon rose to the middle of the sky, casting a blood-red light, Su Mohui took a deep breath, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

She took the initiative to walk into the pith cavity of the sacred tree. The pith cavity was filled with a strong stench of decay, a mixture of rotten flesh and blood, moldy plants, and a mysterious and unknown strange smell, which made her unable to help but retching.

But Su Mohui still endured the discomfort, slowly reaching out her hand and stroking the wriggling nerve bundles in the cavity. These nerve bundles were like living pythons, twisting and struggling under her fingertips, conveying a creepy touch!

Su Mohui exhaled, no longer resisting or struggling, allowing Cthulhu's seed to take root in this marrow cavity filled with evil. Because she knew in her heart that this might be the only way to break this endless cycle and end all the pain, even if it meant completely giving up herself and embracing darkness.

Just before she was completely transformed, Su Mohui's gaze was drawn to a sudden flash of light. She saw the flame of rebirth in Huo Yuan's left eye suddenly surge, like a blooming cyan lotus, dyeing the flint fire a dark cyan.

The blue flame flickered in the darkness. Although weak, it seemed to be the last ray of hope in the darkness, bringing a hint of warmth and strength to this desperate world.

"So you are also a vessel." She chuckled softly into the void, her smile containing a hint of relief, a hint of helplessness, and a hint of mockery towards fate.

Then, she slowly closed her eyes, letting the nerve bundles pierce her temples. In an instant, all the memories of reincarnation and rebirth poured into her mind like a raging torrent, pouring unreservedly.

Those memories were like sharp blades, cutting into the depths of her soul, making her experience every pain, struggle, despair and hope again.

In this vortex of memories, she finally heard the whispers of the sacred tree's roots. The voice was low and hoarse, and it was actually the reverse playback of the soul-soothing spell she had recorded with her own vocal cords when the gods sealed Cthulhu!

This discovery filled her with a strong sense of absurdity, as if fate had played a cruel joke on her. The spell that had once sealed evil had now, in a strange way, become part of this endless darkness.

As if sensing its owner's impending fate, the Xuan Huo Ling gently wrapped itself around her wrist one last time, as if bidding a final farewell. Its touch was soft and warm, carrying with it memories and longing for the past.

Su Mohui raised her hand slightly and looked at Xuan Huo Ling, a trace of reluctance flashing in her eyes. She slowly condensed the half-real and half-illusory Zhuanxu Order in her palm. This time, the ripples on the surface of the token swam the shattered remnant of Ji Lingguang's original soul.

Those remaining souls flickered with a faint light, as if telling of endless pain and unwillingness. She tightly grasped the Zhuanxu Order and slowly pressed it into the core of the sacred tree.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall into a dead silence, and then, a deafening shattering sound suddenly rang out -

The sound seemed to come from the depths of the universe, from the very depths of the soul, like the desperate wail of eighty thousand spaces collapsing simultaneously. Su Mohui's body trembled slightly at the roar, and her consciousness gradually faded.

Finally, the seeds of Cthulhu blossomed.

The "flower" born from evil and despair slowly blooms in this world of chaos and destruction, emitting a chilling light, heralding the end of an era, or perhaps the beginning of another unknown era.