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

[Urobuchi undergoes a dramatic transformation! Xuanyuan jumps into the furnace! Survival hangs in the balance! Hold the flame steady! Wait for my... signal... ignite...]

The information abruptly stopped here, and that extremely fragile thread of consciousness was torn to pieces by the violent turbulent flow of the abyss energy in just a blink of an eye.

"Hui" suddenly raised his head and looked towards the Xuyuan Furnace - the direction that looked like the boiling and burning entrance to hell. The last trace of hesitation in his beautiful golden pupils completely disappeared, replaced by an almost crazy determination!

She wiped the golden blood from the corner of her mouth, pressed her hands hard on the "reef" below her, and opened and closed her red lips: "The fire...burn!"

As the words fell, the thin layer of golden flame on her body suddenly exploded! No longer just retaining the fire, but transformed into a golden pillar of fire that rushed against the raging tide of the abyss!

She is using herself as fuel to forcibly resist Urobuchi's erosion, and to hold on to this last...ignition station for the "signal" that will come at an unknown time!

At the same time, in the Netherworld.

"puff--!"

When Su Mohui felt the connection between his consciousness and the turbulence shattered it, his body felt like it was hit by a huge hammer, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The glass-like cracks on her body instantly expanded, and the blood that flowed out of them instantly dyed her clothes red! The excruciating pain caused by the forcible tearing of her projected consciousness caused her vision to go black, and she almost fainted!

"Su Mohui!" The recorder exclaimed. The inappropriate pink water cup suddenly burst into a soft light, trying to stabilize her crumbling body. "How are you?!"

Su Mohui leaned against the table, panting violently, each breath a tearing pain. She raised her head, staring intently at the recorder with bloodshot eyes, her voice hoarse as a broken bellows: "...The letter...has been delivered..."

She grinned, revealing a blood-stained, almost ferocious smile: "Now...it's our turn...to light the fire..."

But at this moment, a clear and heart-pounding sound of shattering suddenly came from Su Mohui's heart!

"Click——"

Then, a deeper crack suddenly appeared, almost piercing through her entire shadow! The space of the Netherworld began to violently vibrate. The previously peaceful computer screen suddenly flickered, and even the daffodils on the windowsill instantly turned yellow and withered!

[Warning! Warning! The host's spiritual structure is on the verge of collapse! The anchor point is completely unstable!] The system completely turned into a screaming chicken, and the chaotic alarm sounded so sharp that it gave the two people present a headache.

"Can you change the settings of this noisy system after you go back!" Su Mohui complained while suppressing the pain. Then, her body shook violently, which was visible to the naked eye. The Pansheng Pen fell out of her hand and disappeared into the void in the crack under her feet.

She looked down at the hideous crack on her heart. There... there was no flesh and blood, only tumbling, chaotic data streams and dim starlight.

The recorder's shadow suddenly became unstable. She took a sudden step forward, as if about to do something, but then stopped abruptly. Her knuckles were white from gripping the water cup.

"Look..." Su Mohui raised her head. The resentment in her eyes had long since disappeared, but her face was as pale as paper. She forced a smile uglier than crying and pointed at the crack in her heart. "My 'purity'... seems to be unable to hold on any longer. Can your omnipotent 'coordinate'... fix it?"

The recorder looked deeply at the crack in her heart that seemed to lead to the abyss, then looked into Su Mohui's stubborn and desperate eyes. In the end, she just sighed very lightly. That sigh seemed to carry the weight of the entire universe.

"What I can do..." For the first time, the recorder's voice carried a subtle hint of... tired apology? "I can help you... temporarily seal the other side of the crack."

The moment she finished speaking, she lifted the pink water cup in her arms to her chest and let it hover, and suddenly a bright light burst out!

Then, a soft yet irresistible stream of pink light, as if crossing dimensions, shot accurately towards the deepest crack in Su Mohui's heart!

The moment the light stream touched the crack, Su Mohui let out an uncontrollable cry of pain - it was as if countless needles were forcibly stitching her soul together!

The cracks all over the body were forcibly healed and suppressed by the pink light, but the cracks themselves did not disappear. They were only covered and sealed by a layer of flowing, dreamy pink light film.

Intense pain and a strange, forcibly "glued" feeling of restraint caused Su Mohui's vision to blacken. A split second before her consciousness completely sank into darkness, she seemed to see the shadow of the recorder grow extremely faint, and the pink water cup... seemed to dim for a moment.

"Live... use your 'choice'... to find the answer..." A voice, so faint it was almost inaudible, seemed to penetrate the darkness and land deep in her consciousness: "By the way, light our fire...."

The Netherworld fell into complete silence. The computer screen dimmed, and the red wine sat motionless on the table. Only the crack in Su Mohui's heart, covered by a film of pink light, rose and fell slightly on her unconscious body, like a silent and eerie brand.

. . . . . . . . . .

It was probably a very long time later.

"Roar--!!!"

The forced illusion of a "warm little home" in the netherworld was still there, but suddenly,

A dragon roared so violently that it could blow the roof off the house, like a demolition crew swinging a sledgehammer, tearing the dead silence to pieces!

Amidst the piercing noise of space being violently torn apart, a terrifyingly powerful dragon, its entire body covered in red-gold scales, squeezed in first, its head, its pupils burning with impatient golden flames.

Atop the dragon's head stood a figure in a silver-white robe—it was Su Yu'an (Yu Lei). His face was as black as ink, and the low pressure emanating from his body caused the temperature of the entire Netherworld to drop several degrees.

"Yu Wenjin! If you dare to dismantle my Netherworld again, do you believe that I will pull out your dragon tendons and use them as a belt?!" Su Yu'an's voice was as cold as a Siberian cold wave, and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood.

He had just finished busy cleaning up the mess in the Netherworld Kingdom (mainly to appease the Life-Judgment Pen, which was getting agitated because it had lost its connection with its master and almost poked a hole in the Samsara Palace), when he sensed that his own nest - the core space of the Netherworld was about to collapse!

It just so happened that Yu Wenjin, through his mysterious prophetic ability, vaguely caught the abnormal energy fluctuations from Xu Yuan's side, and traced the clues to locate Su Mohui's position.

After the two of them made a plan (or Yu Wenjin unilaterally notified them), they rushed over in a hurry.