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

Before the last reincarnation ends.

Su Mohui stood on the top of the sacred tree, with a cold aura surrounding her. She lowered her eyes to look at the palm of her hand. The mother-of-pearl-colored bacterial plaque that had spread like a demon was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had never appeared.

At the same time, she keenly sensed that the painful wails of the twelve universes were slowly retreating from the depths of her bone marrow along with the neurotoxins.

The meshing sound of the mechanical Buddhist gears that used to echo in her cochlea and the mysterious probability halo of the quantum ocean all disappeared like a dream bubble.

Before my eyes, the barnacles on the face of the North Star Lord peeled off layer by layer until they disappeared completely. The gloom on that terrifying face finally faded, and the kind expression of the past was restored.

He bowed slightly, his tone filled with respect and expectation, and asked softly, "Have you found the truth?"

As he spoke, Su Mohui caught a glimpse of Huo Yuan's red hair dancing wildly in the air like blazing flames. At his heart, the terrifying Cthulhu egg was being slowly gouged out by the puppet's silver threads.

She subconsciously raised her hand, and a stream of Netherworld Fire rushed towards Huo Yuan's heart, burning the remaining eggshells in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

Then, a bronze mask slowly emerged from Huo Yuan's body, and in an instant, countless octopus pseudopods burst out from his meridians, trying to push the mask back into place.

Su Mohui remembered that this was the Soul Binding Chain she had personally placed on Suiren during the third cycle. Her eyes darkened, and another stream of netherworldly fire flowed from her fingertips, sweeping towards the countless pseudopods with a resolute aura.

When her eyes passed over the token on her waist, an idea flashed in her mind, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed a string of bronze chimes!

This forbidden artifact was crafted by the Great Northern Emperor Zhuanxu before his slumber, using meteorite iron from the thirty-third heavens, meticulously forged with the Netherworld Essence Fire and the Fire of Samsara. The stardust embedded in the Taotie pattern on the bell's body resonated strongly with the token at her waist, causing it to vibrate continuously.

"You—dare you awaken the Cinnabar of the Heavens?!"

The mycelium Su Mohui on the throne screamed, her voice filled with shock and anger. At the same time, the twelve divine vessels simultaneously opened their compound eyes. The quantum beads in the mechanical Buddha's palm exploded, emitting a probability cloud wrapped in Cthulhu spores.

However, Su Mohui seemed to be oblivious to the mechanical chanting surging in her cochlea. Her fingertips gently stroked the mottled cracks on the surface of the chime.

She knew very well that it was the gap left by the Five Heavenly Emperors during the 18,000th reincarnation when they used their own divine power to seal Azathoth's dream.

When the seventh bell hammer struck the shock point, a powerful and mysterious force erupted instantly. A thick layer of bronze rust suddenly grew on the mycelium throne.

"Have you forgotten who... is the true owner of Cinnabar?" Su Mohui chuckled, a hint of confidence in her smile. Then, she suddenly raised her hand, and a powerful thought instantly spread out.

In an instant, the roots of the sacred tree rose up like countless giant dragons, rushing towards Su Mohui's mycelium incarnation and nailing it firmly to the platform of rebirth.

But the battle was far from over. In the illusion, the mycelium version of Beidou Taoist was surrounded by a strange quantum halo. He suddenly waved his sleeves, and the quantum tentacles hidden in the dark suddenly rose up, like a lightning that cut through the void, and went straight through the seemingly thin but extremely tough boundary between illusion and reality.

In reality, Su Mohui was completely defenseless. She felt a sudden pain in her shoulder blade, as if thousands of needles were piercing her simultaneously. Before she could react, the tentacles had already penetrated deep into her body like vicious snakes!

Then, a nebula as thick as ink flowed into her internal organs through the gaps between the tentacles and the wounds.

At the same time, Su Mohui saw the blood vessels under her skin begin to crystallize, blooming into the gear patterns unique to mechanical civilization. Her body seemed to be eroded and transformed by an unknown force.

Amidst the excruciating pain, Su Mohui endured the agony and crushed the last of the Cold-Repelling Pills. A cold blue flame, carrying fragments of memory, soared into the sky like a brilliant meteor.

In the void, these memory fragments were as if being pulled by an invisible hand, quickly piecing together the scene before Beidi Zhuanxu fell asleep:

In the picture, the black-robed Emperor Zhuanxu dipped his ribs in the blood from his heart and solemnly wrote the prophecy of "Palace Master Angelica" on the back of the Mirror of Rebirth.

And hanging on his forehead was a simple Tai Chi fish token. The token had a warm texture and a subtle luster. The gem inlaid in the fish's eye contained endless stars.

Su Mohui was very familiar with this token. It was the waist accessory that she had been missing during the long cycle!

So, Zhuanxu's deep sleep was due to the lack of heart blood?

After all, during the time of China, the resentment within those worlds began to stir, and Zhuanxu keenly sensed it. Meanwhile, the forces of Ke also noticed the gods' reincarnation plan, and an invisible contest quietly began.

Because of this, Zhuanxu resolutely gave up reincarnation and entered the destined space. Relying on his own powerful divine power, he concealed the reincarnation breath of the gods and gained a glimmer of hope for the reincarnation of the gods.

But even though Zhuanxu tried so hard, the power of the restraint system was still noticed by the restless Netherworld, which was carrying countless souls, because of Su Mohui's existence.

The purpose of the item the Nameless God had given to the Three Pure Ones was precisely to protect Su Mohui's aura. It bound the independent consciousness of Su Mohui's spirit, completely separating it from the Lord of the Netherworld Palace in a subjective sense. This was the origin of the system.

After all, the Lord of the Netherworld Palace has existed for hundreds of years and has never come into contact with alien objects. If it weren't for the appearance of "Su Mohui", she would not have been involved in this thrilling dispute.

But no matter from which angle you look at it, whether it is the Lord of the Netherworld Palace or Su Mohui, objectively speaking, they are always the same person!

The sudden information from the system poured into Su Mohui's consciousness like a tide. Her brain was instantly in chaos and she needed time to digest this massive amount of information.

However, the crisis before her did not allow her to breathe for a moment. The mycelium network was still shrinking madly, trying to devour her completely.

At this critical moment, Xiaoguang's head mysteriously emerged from the pool of blood under the sacred tree, like an evil flower blooming in hell.

The Cthulhu flower that blossomed between his white hair unexpectedly began to grow in reverse. When the petals retracted into the bud, a miraculous thing happened: the young puppeteer's broken body slowly reassembled in time and space.

Su Mohui looked closely and saw that the puppet emblem that appeared on his neck was clearly the seal script of the word "Zhuan" on the back of Zhuanxu's token. This discovery caused a storm of shock in her heart.

"So you are Zhuanxu's last restriction..." Su Mohui murmured, his eyes full of shock and realization.