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

The speed of time in the netherworld has always been a mystery. It does not follow the cycle of the sun and moon, nor does it respond to the movement of the stars. It has its own ancient and obscure rhythm, like the silent undercurrent flowing deep within the Styx.

The moment Su Mohui sensed Qi Mo's intention to forcibly intervene in the cracks of the Moon Palace Jade Mirror, she tore through space without hesitation and rushed back to the core of the Netherworld.

With the calm Zhuanxu and the clever Bai Ling in charge of the Ninth Heaven, there shouldn't be any danger in the short term - this was the only thought that made her feel a little relieved at the moment.

However, when she returned to her Netherworld Palace constructed with countless ancient runes and faced the many divine artifacts and treasures floating in the air and shining, an unprecedented feeling of powerlessness flooded her like a cold tide.

The Mirror of Rebirth was suspended in the center of the temple, and the unfolded page was a chaos. No matter how much divine power she injected, it could not reflect any star trajectory belonging to Xuanyuan Shaoze.

The Pansheng Pen hummed and vibrated between her fingers, and the light at the tip of the pen flowed, but she was still unable to lock onto the existence that was so familiar to the depths of her soul in the vast ten-dimensional space-time coordinates.

The Book of Life and Death flipped through the pages in front of her, and finally stopped at a certain page. The place where Xuanyuan Shaoze's real name and fate should have been engraved was actually a glaring, empty white!

The Fengdu Seal was as silent as a stone, the Soul-Catching Rope was dim and without light, and the Ksitigarbha Cauldron remained motionless, without even a ripple...

All the magic weapons, all the means she relied on to control the underworld and understand all spirits, have now become useless decorations!

"Damn it!"

A mixture of fury and icy despair exploded, churning, and surging in her chest! She couldn't believe it! Xuanyuan Shaoze, the man who had calculated everything, always found a way out of desperate situations, the man who had orchestrated a chess game spanning millennia, could just... be gone?!

Like a stone thrown into the void, not even a ripple was left?! Why?!

Why couldn't the Rebirth Mirror reveal his star map? Why couldn't the Judgment Pen determine his location? Why did even the Book of Life and Death completely erase his existence?!

It was as if the laws of the entire universe were conspiring to deny his existence, cutting him out from all cause and effect!

For three whole days and nights! She drained all her divine power, tore through the barriers of time and space, and like a trapped beast without direction, frantically shuttled through countless possible fragments of world lines.

She searched for the cores of fallen stars, explored the embryos of new worlds, and even ventured to the edge of the turbulent flow of time and space... She spared no expense, seeking only to capture a trace of a remnant soul, a wisp of breath, even the remnant of a shattered godhead...

But, no! Nothing! He disappeared so completely, so cleanly that it was chilling!

A cup of Jiuniangchun wine, which exuded a mellow aroma of grains, was silently placed on the edge of her messy desk piled with files.

She weakly put down the pen in her hand and rubbed her sore eyes, "Thank you..."

Xie Bian's figure appeared beside the table. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly into his own palace master's eyes, which were bloodshot and burning with almost crazy obsession in their depths.

God knows, a day ago, when he completed the extradition mission and returned to the underworld with the wandering souls of all realms, and saw the Palace Master's sleepless and almost crazy searching attitude, he was so horrified that he almost dropped the soul-binding chain.

"Your Highness... Lord Qi Mo and the others are on their way back... You..." Xie Bian's voice was cautious, almost pleading, "Would you like to... take a short break? Even... just a moment of closing your eyes..."

"No..." Su Mohui raised her head suddenly, her eyes were tired and weak, but the persistent light in her eyes was unusually bright, "I must find him..."

"I can sense it! He ignited my Nether Core as well... and activated at least three prophecies! There must be clues... There must be clues left behind."

Her voice was hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable paranoia, as if it was the last pillar supporting her clarity.

Xie Bian's throat rolled over, and he finally swallowed back all his words of comfort. He knew that any words would be pale and powerless at this moment. He bowed silently and deeply, turned around, and prepared to step into the chaos of the universe again.

Perhaps, in some forgotten corner, I could stumble upon the miraculous Xuanyuan Emperor? But that was the Xuanyuan Emperor... his name itself signified the opposite of "impossible"... How could he be... gone so easily?

The moment he turned around, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye as Su Mohui slowly and almost mechanically picked up the cup of Jiuniangchun that he had specially found from the First Continent.

The familiar aroma of wine, carrying the scent of home, might... bring a tiny bit of comfort? This was all he could do.

When the rich aroma of wine entered her nose, Su Mohui remembered drinking this wine on the first continent. Her eyes couldn't help but feel slightly hot at this moment.

She knew Xuanyuan Shaoze's hidden thoughts better than anyone else, and she was also very clear that she had no feelings for him.

But the comrades who had fought side by side, the partners who had planned together for eternity, who had struggled for survival on the edge of eternal night, just disappeared without a warning, without leaving a trace... How could she possibly let it go?!

This has nothing to do with love, it is a responsibility engraved in the soul, and it is the pain and unwillingness after a partner who has stood shoulder to shoulder with you is torn apart!

"Back then... before the eternal night, you disappeared in the same way..." She stared at the amber wine in the glass, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the ancient patterns on the wall of the glass. Her voice was so soft that it seemed like she was talking to herself, and it seemed like she was questioning the void that was everywhere and yet nowhere to be found.

"You only came back to save the day at the last moment. So... what about this time? How far have you progressed in your plan?"

Perhaps it was the extreme overexertion from three days and three nights of sleepless nights that had hollowed out her body, or perhaps it was the familiar aroma of wine that triggered her deep-seated fatigue and tense nerves. Her head began to droop uncontrollably, and her heavy eyelids seemed to be weighed down by invisible lead blocks, gluing them together.

"Dong..."

A nearly inaudible sound echoed through the hall as Su Mohui's forehead gently touched the cold table. The sound was unusually gentle, as if... at the moment of contact, an invisible, gentle hand had gently lifted her, then slowly lowered her.

There was not even a trace of vibration.

However, this short, almost luxurious rest only lasted for an hour by the standards of the Netherworld, which might be just a blink of an eye in the outside world.

A loud, somewhat boastful, and unquestionable voice of authority exploded deep within her mind like thunder from the sky: