"My time is running out, there are some things I need to clear with you."
Looking into Zhao Nuo’s big red eyes, Zhu Haomiao took out a shining gold coin from her pocket, placed it in her palm, and then gently wrapped her fingers into a fist.
"Including the one I gave you, I have left thirteen [greed coins] in total."
"The holders of these coins are all trustworthy."
"Furthermore, I have already consumed... hmm... eliminated the greatest enemy in this world for you, leaving only one remnant..."
Glancing towards the west, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a few seconds, then laughed lightly and shook his head.
"They’re not worth worrying about, just continue to progress step by step, and they will naturally disappear in the river of history."
Patting the little sister’s head, the black-clad youth nostalgically glanced around and sighed deeply.
"From here on, you’ll have to walk the path alone..."
After speaking, Zhu Haomiao did not glance at Zhao Nuo again, elegantly turned away, and his proud silhouette gradually transformed translucently as if dissolving into the void.
"Brother, can we meet again in the future?!"
The sudden call halted Zhu Haomiao’s steps, he turned back, looked at Zhao Nuo’s timid pleading eyes, and smiled, nodding.
Before the words faded, the last trace of the black-clad youth completely vanished, leaving only an enduring echo swirling around Zhao Nuo’s ears.
Staring blankly at the empty garden, Zhao Nuo was silent for a long time, the weakness and sorrow in her eyes gradually dissipating, congealing into a cold determined light.
"Brother, I will find you!"
Murmuring, Zhao Nuo clenched the [greed coin] in her hand, dark gleams as thin as hair emerging from the depths of her crystalline pupils.
Meanwhile, in the Western Regions a thousand miles away, the mysterious Feather Transformation Ascension ritual was reaching its final stage.
The Dharma Form of Orochi, massive as a mountain and stretching to the horizon, slowly closed its enormous mouth, a huge amount of divinity and Source Quality being digested and absorbed in its belly, nourishing the main body.
[Gluttony] devouring Source Quality
All attribute growth +100
([Body] attribute growth doubled)
Will returning to the main body, Zhu Haomiao opened his eyes, smacking his lips with lingering desire.
Alas... Pangu Axe chopped it too fine, only a small portion of Emperor Shitian’s residual Source Quality could be absorbed, the rest dissipated and merged into this world.
Sigh... next time, it’s better to leave an intact corpse, easier to eat...
Immediately, Zhu Haomiao looked upwards at the sky, observing a faint crack slowly opening, revealing an indescribable chaotic void.
Below him, Orochi’s enormous and towering body rapidly withdrew, dissolving into day-covering black mist under endless Qi Fortune’s catalysis, whirling like a hurricane into Zhu Haomiao’s body.
Standing in the void, the black-clad youth’s entire being shimmered with flowing light, countless minute scales seemed to writhe on the surface of his ornate clothes, re-emerging into lifelike dragon snake patterns.
A heavy and elongated Profound Black Eight-sided Han Sword returned from afar, orbiting Zhu Haomiao like a satellite several times before finally hovering beside him.
In the next moment, an invisible beam of light descended from the crack at the sky’s zenith, completely enveloping Zhu Haomiao’s body.
The final Feather Transformation accelerated, dark golden flames blazed fiercely on the youth’s body, his once distinctly black and white profound pupils fully transforming into an unfathomable pure darkness.
As the Ascending Spiritual Power continued to surge, the dark golden flames surrounding Zhu Haomiao gradually layered.
The flame heart collapsed inward, condensing into a pure black that could swallow even light, growing brighter in color outward, eventually sublimating into a stunning golden brilliance on the outer flame.
At this moment, the entire world could no longer discern Zhu Haomiao’s appearance, only witnessing a slender dragonfly-winged golden shimmer outlining a tall human figure amidst the swirling black flames.
Through that outline, observers seemingly glimpsed an endless void’s abyssal sea, felt an almost soul-crushing pressure of despair.
"[Abyss]... this is the [Abyss] level ascension anomaly..."
Gazing at the barely noticeable black dot at the sky’s zenith, Huai Xu unconsciously murmured.
As if hearing his words, Zhu Haomiao’s gaze lowered from above the nine heavens, meeting his eyes across the great distance.
"After I leave, you will temporarily assume the role of Supreme Commander of the DGUX-0194 Illusion Realm Battle Group."
The pressuring gaze scanned Huai Xu’s skin as if electrified, prompting him to shiver and nod reverently.
Smiling and nodding slightly, the irresistible Power of Laws slowly lifted Zhu Haomiao upward, producing corresponding mysterious transformations in the [Book of Black] with each meter.
[Heaven-defying Fate Changing]
Devour the Master of Fate, alter world lines, Qi Fortune gathers and condenses, Heavenly Destiny rises.
Soon, the ethereal Qi Fortune collapsed into a tangible Source Quality, slowly permeating into the depths of Zhu Haomiao’s soul, reinforcing the foundation of his existence from a fate and conceptual level.
In the next second, two pieces of information surfaced on the Reality Page within the [Book of Black].
[Strength] Growth Coefficient +1
[Dexterity] Growth Coefficient +1
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Zhu Haomiao quietly savored the marvelous process of Feather Transformation Ascension, observing the [Illusionary Page] within the [Book of Black] violently surge.
Virtual Life, six-dimensional attributes, Seven Deadly Sins...
All data visibly plummeted at an observable speed until they were completely nullified.
Finally, the entire Illusionary Page became blank, condensing into specks of colorful crystalline dust, integrating into the Reality Page that represented the true world on the reverse side.
Refine Illusion and Return to Reality, Refining the Void and Returning to the Real!
All the world-destroying might was thoroughly refined, the surrounding flames extinguished, Zhu Haomiao blissfully closed his eyes, relishing in the tangible transformation of his fantasy-power being actualized bit by bit.
After a long time, the black-clad youth who had returned to basics stood like a mortal on the cloud, with the Profound Black Eight-sided Han Sword floating beside him, calmly and nostalgically overlooking the vast earth.
"Now that this matter is settled, perhaps it’s time to leave, perhaps it’s time to leave..."
In a sighing murmur, Zhu Haomiao casually seized the sword beside him, easily spun it into a flourish, then stored it within his body, his form slowly elevating, gradually disappearing into the indescribable chaotic rift.
Pushing open the doors of reality and illusion, Zhu Haomiao’s toes touched the ground as he surveyed the familiar yet unfamiliar room, taking a few seconds to reconnect with previous memories.
He had entered the Illusion Realm from his senior sister’s villa...
While he was organizing his memories, an elegant silhouette closely followed his steps, emerging from the gate behind him, passing through the thin membrane of chaos, stepping into the real world.
Wilson held Diao Chan, bowing in greeting, quietly waiting at the side.
Diao Chan impatiently jumped onto Zhu Haomiao, wagging its tail with delight.
Casually patting the pet’s head in appeasement, the black-clad youth extended his hand in a virtual grasp, instantly materializing an ancient heavy divine book in his palm.