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

Xiaoguang spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue and relief. He slowly retracted the puppet's silver thread, which gleamed coldly in his hand, as if countless memories were sealed within it.

This puppet silver thread was originally the Puppet King's natal weapon, but from the day Xiaoguang and Ji Lingguang shared a heartbeat, it also merged with the causal weapon inherited from the Ji family's bloodline. It possessed the powerful power to modify reality, but it also required an unimaginable price.

Every use is like making a cruel deal with fate, and now, this deal born out of a cycle has finally come to an end.

"The Northern Emperor sealed Cthulhu with the cinnabar of the heavens, but forgot that the act of observation itself would change reality." Su Mohui's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the brief silence.

A glimmer of enlightenment flashed across her eyes, and she abruptly put away the Cinnabar. At that moment, she realized an even more shocking truth—

"Reincarnation is the salvation of the gods, and also... Azathoth's self-observation of dreams!" These words exploded in the void like a thunderclap, shaking the surrounding space.

It turns out that the cycle of all this is actually a self-conscious observation from the depths of chaos. The reincarnation of the gods is just a link in this observation, and they have always been under the control of Azathoth's invisible dream.

At this moment, the fragments of the bronze mask pierced through the curtain of time and space like a meteor, and fell into the endless darkness with a fierce momentum.

At this moment, the gears of the Mechanical Buddha Kingdom suddenly got stuck in the probability cloud, and the probability cloud that was originally surging wildly stopped instantly, as if time had frozen at this moment.

In the quantum ocean, the star-like pupils closed one after another, no longer emitting a mysterious and eerie light. The mycelial network of the twelve-fold universe, as if grasped by an invisible hand, began to twitch violently, emitting waves of painful roars.

Su Mohui looked around and saw that the void of each spore universe reflected her own decision.

It is to continue to use itself as a container and act as a living seal to suppress Cthulhu, allowing this endless cycle to continue in seemingly stable conditions.

Or should we shatter the cinnabar of the heavens and completely end this eternal observation led by Azathoth, even if it means unknown risks and challenges.

"Sister, please don't!" Xiaoguang's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with fear and despair. His voice was shrouded in blood foam, sounding incredibly weak. The puppet threads of the last replica were rapidly melting in the darkness, revealing the delicate bronze gears beneath its skin.

The gears gleamed with a metallic sheen, a testament to the great legacy left to him by Emperor Zhuanxu. Yet, at this moment, the gears vibrated in unison with the spiderweb, as if in cheer or fear.

Su Mohui took one last look at the Rebirth Mirror. The fragments of the Rebirth Mirror no longer reflected the model of the universe, but a completely different picture -

The main hall of a modern temple is filled with smoke. Pilgrims kneel before the Buddha statues with reverent devotion, and the smoke curls up and fills the entire hall.

However, in the corner of the Buddha's eye, the pearl-like compound eyes of a young Cthulhu were frozen. This strange scene made Su Mohui's heart tremble. It turned out that even in this seemingly peaceful corner of the world, the shadow of Cthulhu had not yet dissipated.

The late morning bell rang out with a resounding roar. The sound was like a heavy hammer, fiercely smashing the blood-red waning moon hanging high in the sky. The fragments of the waning moon streaked across the night sky like shooting stars and disappeared into the darkness.

When the first ray of sunlight, carrying the power of hope and new life, pierced the mycelial dome and sprinkled on the chaotic darkness, Su Mohui made her choice.

She slowly raised her hand, with determination and firmness in her eyes, and crushed the cinnabar crystal that had just merged into her heart with her own hands.

In an instant, one hundred and eighty thousand starlights burst out from between her fingers, like sharp swords, piercing through the ruins of the Sui Ming Kingdom in all parallel universes.

Wherever the starlight reached, all darkness and evil were instantly dispelled. Under the brilliant starlight, the sacred tree curled up into a fetal position like a frightened beast, eventually turning into smoke and dissipating in the lingering rhythm of the chimes.

At this moment, the entire universe seemed to cheer, and all the pain and struggle gradually faded away in this light.

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

[Ding Dong: Congratulations to the host, the cognitive anchor point has been successfully reset]

The system's voice echoed in my ears, carrying a hint of joy and relief.

Su Mohui felt warm liquid dripping onto her brow. She subconsciously opened her eyes and looked up to see a young man in white taking the warm handkerchief off her forehead. Outside the house, water was leaking from a caisson.

The water droplets, as crystal clear as pearls, slid down her cheeks. The scent of sandalwood mixed with moldy cold water filled her nostrils, making her feel the breath of the real world.

In the bronze mirror handed to her by Xiao Guang, who was wearing a white robe, she saw the last of the mother-of-pearl bacterial plaque behind her ear fade away. The disappearance of the plaque symbolized that she had finally escaped the erosion of Cthulhu's power.

As the morning bell rang again, she felt the cracks in her Rebirth Mirror shift slightly, forming the oracle bone script for "Palace Master Danggui." These four words felt like a call from fate, and also like a response to her long journey.

As the incense burner's final wisp of smoke rose, someone tied broken pieces of bronze and porcelain to a wishing tree. A red silk ribbon unfurled in the wind, revealing the rusty inscription on its back: "I have pledged my life to the world, and I cannot pledge my life to you."

This handwriting carries a deep emotion and also tells the great sentiment of countless heroes who gave up their personal happiness for the sake of the people.

Su Mohui stared at the scene in front of her. The breeze blew gently, and her hair fluttered in the wind. Her eyebrows were curved, just like flowers blooming in spring, with a gentle smile.

At this time, Xiaoguang handed over a Taiji fish pendant. The pendant had a warm texture and a soft luster. Su Mohui took it and looked closely. On it, there suddenly appeared a pattern of characters written by Zhuanxu himself -

[The gods are in a state of silence, and the fire of nirvana is born.]

"Zhuanxu even took this into account."

Su Mohui chuckled softly, a flicker of admiration in her eyes. Zhuanxu's wisdom and strategy were fully revealed between the lines. Then, she turned her gaze to Xiaoguang, inquiring about what happened after she crushed the Cinnabar Crystal of the Heavens.

Xiao Guang spoke earnestly, but when he looked at Su Mohui, his eyes were filled with worry. "...There's nothing else to it, it's just... it seems like the Nether Fire has burned all the restraining forces, and the immortals in this world have appeared after smelling the Nether Fire."

As he spoke, he pulled out a small jade plate from his bosom and handed it to Su Mohui. "Oh, right, that Beidou Taoist... no, he should be called Beidou Xingjun now. He gave this to me, saying it's their reward for thanking you for rescuing them from the cycle."

Su Mohui took the jade plate and examined it carefully. With her keen insight, she instantly saw the key to it. With a thought, she carefully tossed the jade plate into the space-time cube that Xiao Tiandao had given her.

Just as she placed the jade plate, she heard Xiaoguang ask with concern, "Sister, how are you feeling now?"