[You and he spent half a day sweeping away all the “living” monsters you encountered, and these monsters ultimately became your nourishment, feeding your body.
With more and more yin energy entering your body, that desire surged up in your heart again, but you suppressed it. The great mistake had already been made; you could not afford to make another.
During this time, you also came across a handful of survivors. They called themselves Transcendents. Although in your eyes, they were only a bit stronger than ordinary people, just barely able to save their own lives.
They were deeply shocked by how the two of you slaughtered all directions, because in their experience, merely surviving against those things was already the limit. They thought you two were even more powerful Transcendents and invited you both to join their organization.
You and he paid them no heed.
As more and more yin energy accumulated, your body could barely take it. You knew you could not go on.
“Master, let me do it.”
“Who are you calling Master?”
Despite your words, you did not insist on taking the lead. Instead, you retreated behind your student.
“Soulburn Lotus Seal.” With a low shout, clusters of eight-petaled crimson fire lotuses burst from Lin Mo’s palm. Some rolled along the ground, burning away sticky mucus, others hovered in the air, exploding and shredding headless corpses. Everywhere the fire lotuses passed, all strange things turned into blue smoke. In just a moment, only the faint afterglow of lotus fire remained on the ground, and the city’s asphalt roads returned to silence.
This was the first time you had seen your student truly make a move. No, not the first time, but never had you imagined that the little one who used to trail behind you would become so powerful.
In your perception, almost in an instant, every monster still active in the city seemed to melt away, losing their presence. For such a feat to be possible in this aura-deprived Unknown World shocked you—and your breath quickened. Your Sacred Body longed for the nourishment of a powerful man, and none in this world would suit your needs better than a Divine Body.
You let out a sigh.
In your heart, you began to blame Su Wanwan.
But then again, wasn’t blaming Su Wanwan just blaming yourself?]
Ah, this…
Why are you talking about me?
You like it yourself—don’t blame me.
Su Wanwan bit her lip, dissatisfied, and kept reading.
[Though you wiped out all the monsters on the surface, you knew the root was not here. If you didn’t solve the source of the strangeness, those things would soon reappear. You looked up at the ink-black sky—you knew something must be up there.
Suppressing the urge to strike him with your sword, you asked, “Reverse… Lin Mo, can you sense the immense malice in the sky? That may be the source of it all.”
He did not comment on you calling him ‘rebellious disciple.’ Guilt flashed in his eyes, but there was no sign of dread; obviously, the unknown malice did not trouble him much.
A glimmer of hope rose in you. Even though you hadn’t yet decided, should you destroy this world, how you would face your disciple when you returned, but you didn’t want to die again and again: would you be able to overcome this?
For once, your student’s face looked a little off: “Disciple has a feeling, but… Forget it. Master, do you want me to act?”
Remembering all your countless deaths, you replied firmly, “If you can do it. Yes.”]
Su Wanwan, wrapped up in her blanket, suddenly went rigid. She rolled left, rolled right—the big bed could hardly contain her. After all, she was tall, a full 175 cm. Even Lin Mo’s disguised form was shorter than her when she wore shoes.
But if Lin Mo shed his disguise, in that cool and aloof appearance—he must be about 190 cm? That would be another story.
But she just couldn’t stop tossing and turning in bed.
She was excited!
Su Wanwan knew Lin Mo was powerful—very powerful.
But she hadn’t expected he’d be this powerful.
He could actually solve the very root of everything.
No wonder, in the apocalypse, he always seemed so unruffled, as if nothing ever troubled him.
Now Su Wanwan finally understood.
If she were as powerful as Lin Mo, honestly, she’d be even cockier than him.
Come to think of it, her encounter with Lin Mo was all thanks to professional ethics.
To become Lin Mo’s teacher—what incredible luck.
[“Stop hiding, you vermin. Die for this Emperor!”
“Burning Heaven Vermilion Bird Arrow!” With a deep shout, crimson origin surged from his palm, condensing into a streaking arrow. Vermilion Bird divine fire coiled around the arrow like a living creature. The instant the arrow left the string, it transformed into a soaring Vermilion Bird, wings spread, bringing a wildfire straight at the eerie fog. Amid piercing screeches, the Vermilion Bird’s sharp talons tore the black mist, and divine fire scorched its tendrils. Though it did not destroy the strangeness entirely, it ripped a crimson gash in the fog.
Ants.
At last, you could hear that voice clearly.
A sea of flames like a blazing hell dyed the whole sky red. Strangely, you did not feel hot—perhaps he deliberately controlled the effect of the fire.
The ink-black sky welcomed for once a light that should not have appeared in this world. And at the same time, you finally understood what you had been facing all along.
Compared to the thing before your eyes, the ruined skyscrapers looked like grains of sand.
No wonder, after the apocalypse, there hadn’t been a single ray of light in the sky.
Darkness stretched as far as the eye could see.
Again, that feeling of imminent, catastrophic death.
Seeing the true cause behind everything, your resolve against your rebellious disciple softened a bit. Compared to that, at least your disciple was nice to hug and looked sweet. As for how to face your rebellious disciple when you return—just deal with it then…
You sigh.
You know he’s about to get serious.
In the sky, the massive, strange ink-black mass churned, countless tendrils blotting out the sun and suffocating the city with a foul stench.
“Worldburn Crimson Dragon Spear—” Blood essence and otherworldly divine fire roared and mingled in his palm, and in an instant, a flaming dragon spear of ten thousand feet appeared. The spear tip tore through the air, turning into crimson-gold fire mist. The Flame Dragon lunged first, biting and severing the tendrils. Even as the strangeness conjured black mist to block, the spear’s fire clung to it like maggots on bone, burning its source along the black mist.
A deafening explosion rang out—the enormous horror crumbled under the shadow of the Flame Dragon Spear.
At that moment, you closed your eyes. Countless chunks of flesh, mixed with bloody foam, made the sky rain black blood.
When the blood rain stopped, a warm ray of light at long last shone through the sky.
“Master, it’s over.”]
Su Wanwan couldn’t help but widen her eyes.
Seriously?
She survived!
Su Wanwan couldn’t believe it.
She checked the text on the Panel over and over.
It was real! She really survived!
It wasn’t easy—really, not easy at all!
She felt like crying.
Who knows how many times she’d died—hundreds at least?
Never mind the terror of death.
It hurt.
Right now, she really wanted to call Lin Mo.
Looking at the words on the Panel, she couldn’t suppress her joy.
But suddenly, the jumping text on the Panel stunned her.
[The long-awaited sunlight made you feel very warm. Drops of black blood fell on your cheeks, but you didn’t care; you were sincerely happy about this long-delayed black rain.
The blood rain dripped down your cheeks, staining your neat collar and leaving your white clothes filthy. But then you noticed, mixed in with the black blood, a drop of fresh red blood.
One drop, two drops, three drops…
Blood gushed forth.
At the verge of death, you looked up at the sky and the black rain.
You thought the blood rain symbolized the end of everything.
But in truth, after the rain, the real apocalypse begins!]
[Your student held your corpse, eyes vacant as he stared at the gray sky. After a moment, he inexplicably shook his head at the void.]
[You died.]
Ah, this…
What the heck is going on?!
Su Wanwan was so upset she could cry.