Female lead: No, it's me again??

"I'd rather be rejected by the heavens and suffer the tribulations of lightning than let them go to hell."

Its blackened, charred tree surface was caused by a heavenly tribulation.

"Ooh!"

The persimmon tree finally let out a mournful cry, and ripples spread across the water, revealing the true appearance of the Flower Village to Feng Siyue.

There were no villagers or farmland; as far as the eye could see, there was only yellow sand and desolation.

Only one nearly charred persimmon tree swayed in the wind.

At the treetop, a single green persimmon embodies all the vitality of this place.

Feng Siyue reached out and picked it.

"Let them go, and let yourself go too."

The cold wind howled, and Feng Siyue seemed to hear its uncontrollable sobs.

Then, it vanished with the wind.

She never managed to save them.

Feng Siyue lowered her eyes.

“Feng Siyue, what do you think it’s after? It’s already harder than climbing to heaven for a spiritual plant to develop intelligence. It originally had a brighter future.”

Xuan Li's eyes were red, and she felt very sad.

Feng Siyue sniffed, looked up at the sky, and tried to hold back her tears.

"I don't know. Maybe in its heart, losing them is the same as losing loved ones. What's the use of light in a future without loved ones?"

"Therefore, it has caused many disasters."

In this feud, who can say for sure who is right and who is wrong?

Confined to their local environment, the villagers knew nothing of the outside world, and their grief and resentment turned into a sharp blade, harming a child.

The mother willingly succumbed to demonic possession in her quest for revenge, only to be killed by her husband's own hands—it was all so dramatic.

Finally, the persimmon tree that had witnessed their happiness transformed into a demon of the night, reaping lives.

Feng Siyue is not a pushover.

Because she knew that some mistakes, once made, could only be remedied with blood.

The fruit in my palm slowly transformed into a translucent, bluish-green key, its surface shimmering in the sunlight.

The trial token lit up, but Feng Siyue didn't look at it immediately. Instead, she pulled Xuan Li away from the place quickly.

Zhongzhou.

It's still that same mountain.

The rankings on the Trial Monument have been updated again!

The flashing golden light roused the dozing guardian of the monument. He glanced at the trial monument, his eyes widening in surprise. "What?!"

At the very top of the Trial Monument, a strange and unknown number, shimmering with golden light, forcefully occupies the first position!

The message displayed above read: "Trial of Blossoms, Unknown, Success, 100%"

The Trial of Blossoms? Someone actually cleared it?!

unknown??

Could this be a chosen one of the Trials of Destiny?

Who is this pervert?

An ancient voice resounded between heaven and earth.

"The Trial of Blossoms is closed."

Does this mean they're not planning to open it?

Subsequently, those who had not yet achieved a 100% success rate in the Trial of Blossoms dropped to 98%.

The guardian of the monument immediately notified all the major sects of this news.

Feng Siyue had no idea what kind of uproar she was about to cause among the various sects and clans. At this moment, she was sitting on the back of the Gale Bird, observing the changes in the trial token.

She kept the key to the Sword Saint's Secret Realm in the study of the Heavenly Heart Ring.

That way, no one can take it away.

After the trial in Prosperous Flower Village ends, the trial task section disappears, replaced by a constantly decreasing time limit.

Time remaining for the Trial of Destiny:

4 years, 11 months, and 4 days.

time flies.

"Feng Siyue, how did you know it was it?"

Feng Siyue placed the token back into Tianxin's hand, casually resting her left hand on her lap. "Since Fanhua Village was isolated from the world a thousand years ago, and that painting is so lifelike and vivid, who do you think painted it?"

"You can't prove it's it either, can you?"

"And those two portraits."

Xuan Li indicated that he was all ears, "And then?"

Do you remember that half of the scroll that appeared at night?

She nodded. "I remember, it gave me a very oppressive and angry feeling."

Feng Siyue: "All the villagers are involved in the burning of Shengshi. Sanjiansheng is not in the village. Hualing and Granny Hua know that their granddaughter is going to be burned to death. Do they still have the mood to paint?"

Xuan Li frowned and thought it over carefully, and the truth was just as Feng Siyue had said.

The village was isolated from the outside world, and the death of a powerful person was a beautiful thing that almost everyone in the village longed for but could not obtain. Even if it were to be recorded, it should be an exciting one, the kind of confidence that comes from killing a life that is stronger than oneself.

Apart from them, it's hard to find anyone else who truly hates the entire village.

Only that persimmon tree witnessed their happiness.

"And then there's the smell."

"The daytime scene depicts happiness and beauty, like the sweet and fragrant ripe persimmon. When I first smelled the sweet persimmon, I thought I was hallucinating from hunger."

Feng Siyue found the scene amusing.

It was happy, so it was willing to shade them from the sun. That period was so wonderful, how could the painting created with its power not be a picture of happiness?

"It wasn't until later, when the persimmons bore bitter fruit, and their taste was filled with the same bitterness and sorrow as the burned painting, that I began to suspect the demonic plant."

Those clumps of thick ink and the inverted lightning, viewed from another angle, actually look quite like persimmon trees.

The light brown lines on their faces also resemble tree roots.

You can't exactly say that someone has a habit of using persimmon juice to paint, can you?